Yesterday, there was a casual get together at work. In my office, females outnumber males 6 to 3. I was the only male at the dessert and coffee break, which was kind of impromptu.
A couple of the women were commenting on "Thad" and "Terry", the other two guys, who are each roughly half my age. the comments were on how the two guys were always kind of flirty and expecting the women to find them attractive and maybe make some "magic" in the break room sometime. The rest of the women joined in the conversation and I found myself getting kind of a kick listening to this, as though they forgot I was there.
Then, one of them remarked about how I am so much more mature and professional and never do crap like that and how that's so refreshing and appreciated.
I blushed.
And yet, even at that moment, when all the women in the room were nodding in agreement that I'm quite a decent fellow, I found myself trying to use my peripheral vision to look down their blouses... | 
