Well so I'm about halfway through the day here at the gallery and this guy comes by to deliver some things for my boss. I see him, he's really tall (like 6'7''), well dressed, and kinda cute. So I get the things, put them in my boss's office, and he's still here. He's taking his time, checking some things off of his list, and then he's like 'omg I have a memory of this place.'
So he starts telling me about coming here as a child for camps and things. Well so he asks me to show him the Circle Gallery (which used to be a planetarium), it's got a domed ceiling, and I take him in there and he's just telling me how great camps were as a child. Then he states that all he did was the theatre camps and DING I knew for certain he was gay.
Anyway, so we start talking about what's been happening here (he's my age or roughly thereabout) and I like lean in and I kinda wanted to jump his bones right there in the gallery, but refrained.
Aah, to work in a gallery and run into gays (once in a blue moon). I am 100% certain he checked out my ass on my way back to my desk...too bad he had more deliveries. Maybe he'll come back saying he forgot something...
Just a fun aside to an otherwise frigid icy day (about flipped my car on the way to work; the 20 minute commute turned into a 50 minute one because I hit a curb and had a flat tire...).