Boyfriend tag

My boyfriend must have gained some tips from watching the movie last night because when we retired to the bedroom last night (retired is such a wrong use of a verb on this occasion) and got passionate he appeared to turn into a zombie. Not that his flesh started to rot away and the beauty of life disappeared from his eyes but he did make some strange grunting and groaning noises like a zombie (that's so wrong - sorry!) He also appeared to gain an appetite for flesh (hang on - not that) because once again he decided to snack upon my neck.

This is nothing unusual he has of late found it necessary to leave lasting impressions upon various parts of my anatomy; not that I complain because I enjoy the pleasure and the pain derived from the process. But whereas most of them have been out of view when I'm fully clothed my latest one was evident for everyone to see; and I mean everyone! Yes, were talking about love bites again dear readers or as I've learnt today a new description for them - boyfriend tags; what a fantastic name for them and if the hat fits...........

To be honest I didn't think much of it until I got to work this morning, fastened the collar of my shirt to put my tie on and noticed the collar did not cover it at all. Now the photo of it doesn't look too bad, I took it tonight so perhaps it's faded some but it looked horrendous earlier, kind of scarlet red and it stood out like the sore patch of skin it is. I tried my best to hide it from my colleagues but to no avail, there's only so much of standing or sitting sideways on so it doesn't show.

Ian noticed it first and so ensued some awkward questions: what's that on the side of your neck? Lets' have a closer look, and when the penny dropped; who's given you that? I didn't know what to say to be honest (for those not in the know Ian is one of the dreaded, narrow minded male members of the management team that I've not come out to) so I just collapsed in a nervous bout of laughter. With my lack of response he decided to come up with his own answers which were predictable and hilarious: Was it Girlfriend? Was it Angharad? Was it Tracey? Or was it Mat? Girlfriend was at the top of the list thankfully - thank the lord for small mercies. But still I refused to be drawn...........

So he changed strategies, was it a woman or a man? I gave in and told him - it was................. GIRLFRIEND! Only joking boys and girls - hold on to your hats; but I did confirm that is was a man. I didn't tell him anymore and he didn't enquire any further, in fact he surprised me by congratulating me and saying well done. I'm glad it's out to be honest, I was sick to the back teeth of all the misunderstandings, I have nothing to be ashamed of and it has absolutely no bearing on anyone other than myself and my boyfriend.

The remainder of the day was spent attempting and failing miserably in trying to cover up the boyfriend tag. I do not jest when I say everyone noticed it - I walked past the information desk at quite a pace and quite a distance from it and heard the shriek of "Oh my god what's that on your neck?" echoing quite clearly down the mall; John asked me if the person responsible was still at my house and could he have a go? (Which confuses me incredibly as I know he knows I'm gay! The answer he got was a clear NO regardless!) Enzo, Snapper, Zoe, Jackie, Cleaners, some random guy, the list goes on...........................

It livened up an otherwise boring day.