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On Friday, in support of casual day and charity, I dressed up in one piece of a Santa Claus suit. It wasn't anything special, I got the right glove, while the rest of the pieces were shared between the department.

The saving grace was that we were at least allowed to wear other clothes as well and considering I have only been working at this company for a couple of weeks I was happy not to bare anything.

Little did I know that this state of affairs was going to change as my day unfolded.

The day was a non-event work-wise, and after about two hours of actual productive sit-down time, I left work and made my way to a local hangout near my house. I was meeting my fiancé and some of her friends from work.

And this is where I made my dire mistake of the day. I went out for drinks after work, without any male back-up. Well some guys arrived but they didn't stay long — they had to leave promptly to steal a fire hydrant, and that's different story.

There I was, sitting at a table with four girls, listening to a conversation about sex. Not just any sex I soon learnt. I found out that my antics from the previous night had become a topic of conversation in a female-dominated office for the day and now I was sitting amongst them. So much for not baring all.

I was in the middle of a bunch of women who now knew some of my most sinister secrets and dirty tricks. Well, I say now knew... they've probably known for ages.

It's funny how the conversations between men and women groups differ so much, contrary to what Hollywood will have us believe. Not that I had the smallest iota of information into women's conversations, but that afternoon I was given a slightly tipsy sneak-preview of the whole affair.