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A nurse -- blonde and very tall with a chest that would have seriously presented a real smothering hazard to anyone intimate with her -- took a liking to me, when I worked in a medical center, and not only told one of my colleagues (Leroy, who thought it was cool and wished it was about him...Leroy was ultra-smooth-and-cool, basically channeling Shaft, complete with the theme music, and we were quite a duo at times) exactly what she wanted to do with him but, one day when she had me in a room all alone, she told me to my face. This was after she'd been dropping not-so-subtle hints (and poses) for quite a while. She had an imaginative love life, by the sound of it, and her plans started with basically throwing me on a bed or on the floor and essentially attacking me, a thing she could have accomplished because she probably had more muscle mass than I did at that time and from memory I'd say she was maybe right around 6' tall. Xena, the Warrior Nurse, you know. The Nordic version.
I'd noticed -- as many others have expressed to me, and as is fairly regularly posted here -- that the frequency and overtness of romantic and sexual approaches by members of the opposite sex took off as soon as I got married (where the hell were these women when I was single?) and when she stood there very frankly telling me what she wanted to do with various parts of my body -- mostly one part, of course -- I found it very hard...um...difficult...not to just go with the flow in a "tell me more" way. But instead I surprised myself by cutting her off and telling her that I was married (she knew that, full well, and my wife worked at the same medical center), that I took that commitment seriously, and that I was very flattered but that I could not and would not consider being with her in any way, no matter that nobody would necessarily know. Not like me, at that time, to speak so curtly and openly, but it was an emergency. I meant it, too, though part of me (yes, you know which part) was undeniably disappointed in my resolve. She was always cold to me after that. No way I could've talked my way into her nurse's uniform, after that, I think, if I'd wanted to. And, given what transpired a decade later, its arguable that I should have borrowed Nike's slogan and just done it. But I couldn't, I wouldn't, and I won't act any differently in any future relationship. I passed the test but, sure, I always now and then idly wondered what it would have been like... :D
I don't know if sexual harassment is strictly defined only by an asymmetry in power or position (not that kind, you perverts) but she was higher on the medical center's food chain than I was, so an asymmetry existed with me the low man on the totem pole. And I felt uncomfortable around her or in her department ever after. It hardly scarred me, or cost me in my job, but it was uncomfortable.
I wonder where she is now? :-)
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