He is a work colleague: smart, driven, funny, engaging, good at his job. I like him and enjoy working with him. We talked all the time on the phone, but had never met because, well, he’s in North America and I am not.
We were on a call, I was carefully trying to explain something to him, he was distracted, obviously doing something else over there across the ocean. I got exasperated and snapped at him.
“Stop that and pay attention! You *know* boys can’t multi-task!”
He was shocked, he sincerely and sheepishly apologised, agreed with me that no, boys can’t multi-task, and we continued with what we were doing.
We met sometime after that at a conference, it was lovely to put a face to the name, we got along well. As part of these things, of course, there are drinks after the day’s agenda is over. I meet a lot of men (always men!) at these conferences that I work with from all over the world, but have never seen face to face.
I approached a group of them at the bar one evening, and found him gleefully recounting the story of me telling him off to all of them, just like a submissive would show off to his kinky friends about the beating he got! I joined them, he beamed at me, all proud of himself, it amused me greatly, I probably smirked at him. I asked him to get me a drink, and off he trotted.
The next day over lunch, he sat beside me. I pointed out that the table had no salt. He jumped up to get some. During the course of the meal, I had him fetch a napkin from the waiter, get extra cutlery when I dropped a fork, order me another drink, and then go and get me dessert. He was eager and compliant. During the rest of the day, he opened doors, he made sure I always had a seat, he checked if I needed anything, he smiled a lot. It was truly lovely.
Sometimes it takes very little for me to get a little domly fix.
Edited to add: a little more on him here…