It has now been three weeks since the department secretary inquired to one of my co-workers about my manner of dress. As you may recall, he told her that, if she was curious, that she needed to come and ask me herself.
She has not done so. I assume that this must be cowardice on her part; I mean, if she’s asking co-workers, than surely she must be absolutely burning with curiosity, and if she hasn’t come to face me herself, it can only mean that it’s not a procedural concern.
So I’m trying a new strategy with her. Every few days, I am going to make a point of strolling casually past the door of her office, giving her just enough time to see me. Each time I do this, I am going to try upping the feminine presentation, just a little bit more. Eventually, I hope that she will be unable to restrain herself any further and just demand to know what’s going on.
In this fashion, I hope to break the tension.