A coworker sidled up to me:
CW: I think you have a Secret
CW: I think, and I’m not the only person in the office who thinks this, that you have a secret.
CW: don’t worry, it’s a happy secret!
Me: but I don’t have a secret ?
CW: No, no, that you DO have a secret
Me: I don’t think I do … what do you think it is?
CW: Hmm. I’ll disperse clues
Me: Ah! No!
I’m thinking, naturally, oh christ they think I’m pregnant. Damn. But before I can interrogate, said Co-Worker slinked off to one of the other offices and returned a few minutes later:
CW: Do you want a clue?
Me: Yes! Please!
CW: It involves …. restraints.
And then the Co-Worker just walks away. Leaving me furrowed brow and confused lips at my desk.
I’m pretty sure that more than one person in this darling little office thinks I’m in to BDSM.
(thankfully I find this amusing)
Note: I think this has to do with my prediliction for dark jewellery, pencil skirts, and vertiginous heels. I’m not swanning about in leather with handcuffs hanging next to my ID card or anything. In case you wondered.