Help, I need a get out clause!

Everyone in my building ais invited to say goodbye to our resident Chippendale (see A different side to my colleague) at 4pm. There will be cake, something which despite my current lack of appetite I don't want to miss out on.

However, it means coming face to face with he who stripped off in front of me...unwanted!

I have managed to successfully avoid him in the last two weeks, but I feel now there is no way out.

I might have to hide behind a few of my bigger and more ample colleagues.

He is having a leaving do tonight but luckily I have Japanese tonight.

Phew!

Ilse