Commuting
I used to commute daily to Lewes by train and often there was a cute guy in a tracksuit on the platform in the morning. I deduced that he was probably a student on his way to college. I never spoke to him, because I’m shy, and I did try not to stare, but it is probable that he noticed that I was interested.So, time passes. I changed jobs a few times, because I’m a bad employee, and try commuting to Worthing instead, so I don’t see him anymore.
Then, because I’m fickle, I switched jobs yet again. Now I commute to central Brighton, to a little office over a pizza restaurant, near the shops, and close to the gay clubs and bars, a perfect location.
And I now find that the same guy is on the same train as me, mornings and evenings, and he is no longer a student. He is now an eager trainee in the same office as me. He is directly under me on the floor below.
I find this more than slightly awkward, but I’m gratefully for the fact that I was far too shy to chat him up when I first noticed him.
There is no escaping the fact that I shall be forced to work more closely with him as the year moves inexorably towards its frantic climax. I must remember not to get too drunk at the office party.
It doesn’t help that he is so keen to please. On Friday he even lent me a VAT file.
Last modified: Sunday, June 14th, 2026 at 1:30am
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