Life with B.
There’s a guy I work with. This is in the new lab, mind you, so we’ve known each other a total of perhaps 4 months now, at the outside. We see each other about every week day, talk together often, that sort of thing. He’s a bit chatty, but it’s entirely possible to mostly ignore him and just throw in occasional comments or metasyntactics to show that I haven’t totally tuned out. It’s mostly a good collegial relationship.
He’s got a girlfriend. Since August or so, I think he said. They’re quite serious. I’m happy for them. But now (well, since November or so? October? not really sure), their relationship is fair game for conversation. Well, okay. I’ve briefly discussed what there was of mine. No biggie, it’s certainly not an unusual thing to think about and even discuss. Except that he provides details. Intimate details. Very intimate details, if you catch my drift. It reminds me of teenagers bragging in a locker room about their Friday night conquests. Which I didn’t enjoy then and I don’t enjoy now. If he’s trying to impress me or something, he’s going about it the worst way possible; if he’s trying to convince himself of something, then he’s got issues. Either way, it’s not something that belongs in work, and it’s making me distinctly uncomfortable. Need to work on excuses to break away when he starts up. No, I need to work out ways to tell him that I really don’t wanna hear what she said the next day, thanks very much.
And if by some unbelievable chance he’s reading this, then he should consider himself told. 
