Little Big Man

Submitted by Sam:

Last month I took my coworker Nora out for a drink after work. One drink became five and we ended up in her bedroom. That part was awesome.

So was the next part, when we did it twice more in less than two weeks.

The not-so-awesome part came when I caught a snippet of a conversation at work. On my way to the break room, I heard my name. Two women from my department were talking within and I stopped before entering.

"Nora told that it's more like a pity thing."

"Oh no..."

"Mmm. She said that it was like this," To which I imagined her holding up a pinky finger.

Giggling followed. Deciding to grab the bull by its testicles, I strode into the room. That shut them up.

"Ladies," I nodded at them. I poured myself some coffee and left, but didn't go far. Predictably, they burst into muffled laughter a few moments later.

I walked back inside and put my coffee mug down on the table. They weren't laughing anymore.

I said, "You know, it's really rude to talk behind people's backs."

I grabbed my mug and made to leave, but turned around and said, "And by the way, it's more like this." And I held up a finger of my own to them, but it wasn't the pinky.

Maybe it was presumptuous on my part. Whatever it was, Nora pulled me aside later that day to tell me that we shouldn't be seeing each other anymore.

Whatever Nora's decision was, and however big I may or may not be, one thing remains certain:

Among our three meet-ups, I boned her seven times. And that rocks.