For years now, every morning for ten minutes, I have taken a coffee break with the same few co-workers. One of them found out only yesterday that she had been sitting next to a bisexual male (me) for all that time.
She immediately got up and moved to the other end of the table, and hasn’t spoken to me since.
I think that I am expected to feel bad about this, but I don’t.
It’s not like my orientation is a big secret; she has just always been too busy talking about herself, and raving about immigrants, to learn much about me.
The coffee is always good, because my wife makes it, and I bring it in a stainless steel vacuum flask. Yes, I am married, to a woman, and happily monogamous. But that isn’t good enough for this bigoted bitch; the mere fact that I am even capable of attraction to men is a terrible sin, in her eyes.
I hope she stays determined not to speak to me. I won’t miss her.