Banter

I’d like to think that it’s always harmless but sometimes I can’t read someone’s intentions. This afternoon I was in with a team at work whilst we randomly discussed oral pleasures. I would at this juncture like to point out that I did not instigate this conversation, boys will be boys – or middle aged men. I seem to have this uncanny knack of becoming one of the boys. I am reminded of being in the play ground, and in order to be popular, or in this case successful I have a duty to indulge them and join in with the banter.

I do like to be one of the boys, I like that I am sometimes not seen as being different and that there is an even playing field, then sometimes I feel a little like the specked geek in the American high school, who doesn’t quite fit in and who doesn’t get the joke, whilst at the same time the slutty cheerleader who the crass jokes are aimed at.

It would be much easier if I was actually one of the boys… I’d probably get paid more too, but I’d have to work 5 day’s a week.