Stranger in the Bathroom at Work
Like millions of people around the world, I lost my job when quarantine hit several months ago. Technically, I was “furloughed”, but we all knew what that probably meant. I had no job and not much to do. For months it was just online classes, lots of weed, trying my best to become a “normal” person who has hobbies and exercises regularly (or, you know, any sort of productive activity), and no sex. My last sexual activity, other than masturbating, was a toothy, disappointing blowjob from a Tinder date three months ago. When the government’s bonus unemployment money dried up back in July, I at first reassured myself more would come in. But eventually I had to face reality and start looking for work. Success came in the form of a call from a local …