“Yeah, you hated that present.”
“Not the point,” Samir says around a laugh. “It was embarrassing.”
“Whatever. That ‘dude’ helped you into it, I thought. Sealed the deal on a pretty big contract, I seem to recall…”
“He certainly had nothing to be embarrassed about,” Samir reminisces. “Fine. But it was a little weird. Then remember, at the party, for the grand finale present she gave me all that makeup? She’d watched To Wong Foo…on cable, decided all gay guys were drag queens?”
“Then when you told her you didn’t wear sparkly eyeliner on weekends, she offered to just keep it.”
“Nothing awkward about that. I wish they’d hire another gay guy, I wouldn’t feel like such a sideshow attraction.”
“But everybody’s heart is in the right place. They’re trying to show an interest. You know, ‘embra
