"That's on Me"

Sometimes a total stranger can turn a lousy week into a wonderful one.

After my boss had sent me home for the rest of the week, I went to get lunch at a newly discovered and mostly vegan restaurant.

I was full of emotions after I shared my pain with my boss for the first time.

The conversation started with my manager giving me the usual speech about how we should approach this, what he expects from me, and this guy, blah, blah, blah.

I interrupted his speech.

"He mocks me because I'm disabled."


It took me a while, but eventually, I told him what he said:

I don't remember the exact words, but the general idea was: "You can't get your job done on time because you only have one eye."

Of course, it is not just my eye; there are many other symptoms to the neurological damage that I suffered.

My boss said we would involve HR in the process.

He wanted the three of us (+ HR lady) to meet already this Sunday. I said that it is way too soon. I need a week to calm down before I can confront him; otherwise, the outcome would not be what my boss is looking for.

"He has been tormenting me for the last two years, give me a week before I can discuss it with him."

The day was warm enough for spending a couple of hours at the nude beach.

But it was going to start raining in two hours.

When I got to the restaurant, I noticed him right away: A beautiful muscular and (most likely) hairy waiter with attractive tattoos on this massive arms.

We exchange looks, and he must have known that I was gay. I secretly prayed that he was also gay and a top.

We kept exchanging looks, and at one time, I could swear that he was smiling at me. I looked behind me, but there was no one there, so he was smiling at me!

When he brought over my main course, he said: "I don't remember seeing you here before. Is this your first v