I used to work with the most gorgeous guy on the planet. He was so beautiful and we got along so well that most of the time I assumed he was gay. He had a certain camp swagger about him, and he was always impeccably well turned out. Most of his friends were female, and he was one of the best sales assistants on the floor.

We were very close, and we always took our lunch breaks together. He would talk to me about someone he liked in the store but he would never tell me who it was. To cover up my disappointment I would in turn talk to him about the guy I fancied, but I never ever revealed that it was him!



We had very in depth conversations over our Pret sandwiches about each of our secret crushes, and tried...