Met up with I'm Onto You, You Lesbian for lunch this afternoon. After calling me a lesbian for a few minutes and congratulating me on wearing pants that covered my underwear, he informed me that the general consensus amongst the men at my ex-building is that my "sweet ass" was much beloved and sorely missed. I asked him to clarify whether he was literally talking about my ass or not, and he replied that yes, he was speaking of my actual ass. He performed an accompanying sweeping of his hands to illustrate the majesty of it (my ass). A couple of names were named in exchange for the promise that I "quit moping around."
I can only hope Architect was also in on this conversation. I'd email him to ask, but don't want to make an ass of myself. Hyuck hyuck.