Hello, everyone. I promise I'm not a perv, but I'm looking for scenarios where you and someone else were in a nonsexual situation but to the outsider might look sexual. What were you two doing and why? TIA. I've tried googling this (I've even gone to page 4, that's a scary place, btdubz) but nada. I just keep pulling up compromising sexual positions.
Not a personal experience (I'm not Ozzy Osbourne), but an example is his anecdote from about 3:25 in this video:
A rumor once started spreading that my friend Caroline and I were having an affair because I was seen hugging her (she was upset about the cancer diagnosis of a close friend)
Oh, have I got a good one for you. I had a really good guy friend who helped me get a job at his company. He was extremely gay but not out at work, and because we had lunch together every single day, stopped by each other's cubes a lot, and hung out outside of work there were suspicions that we were having an affair (I have been married for over 25 years lol). We used to have a couple of tables outside the building in the back where you could eat lunch in the summer. The door would lock behind you so you needed a keyfob to get back in, and he would always bring his because I kept my keys in my purse and his were always in his pocket because...well, most dudes do that. One day when we were coming back in from lunch his hands were full, so he asked me to reach into his front pocket for his keys. I will note that the back area was completely deserted, so when I started rooting around in the super deep pocket of his cargo pants, he started joking around saying "Ooooh, I think you need to dig deeper, baby." I was giggling like mad at the absurdity of it all, when one of our co-workers came around the side of the building without warning, He froze, jaw literally dropped while we also stood there stock still with my hand practically down my BFF's pants. All three of us were absolutely mortified. I think my soul may have temporarily left my body. And yes, after that there were even stronger rumors about me (a cheating hussy) and him (a man who lived with his boyfriend of several years) until he quit to move out of state a couple of years later.
My chef sat in my office chair one day. I had my suit jacket over the back of it. The next day my wife asked me who left all the long blond hairs on my coat.
