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exairianA former coworker, whom I adored, stopped in the store today. I barely had time to say "hi," but she told another coworker that she wanted to hang out this afternoon. So he arranged for us to get together after work and all was well.
There was lots of "I don't work there anymore, please tell me about what's been going on!!" So we talked lots of gossip. Pretty normal for me. Then the conversation turned on gossip about me, which I don't view as gossip since I talk openly about things. It went something like this:
Dude: So the story was that the stripper pulled out your boobs and licked them. Then people are like, "is she Bi?" and I'm like, "no, she's married."
Me: I'm married. And I'm Bi.
Dude: ... ... Oh. Well that's a thing I didn't know.
Me: >smug look<
Old Co-Worker: ... So, everyone saw your tits?
Me: Only like 5 people, may have been the whole store for how quick that got around.
There was lots of "I don't work there anymore, please tell me about what's been going on!!" So we talked lots of gossip. Pretty normal for me. Then the conversation turned on gossip about me, which I don't view as gossip since I talk openly about things. It went something like this:
Dude: So the story was that the stripper pulled out your boobs and licked them. Then people are like, "is she Bi?" and I'm like, "no, she's married."
Me: I'm married. And I'm Bi.
Dude: ... ... Oh. Well that's a thing I didn't know.
Me: >smug look<
Old Co-Worker: ... So, everyone saw your tits?
Me: Only like 5 people, may have been the whole store for how quick that got around.