Crossing the Line...

When it comes to flattery, at what point does it shift from innocuous and amusing to creepy and uncomfortable?

Today, the pictures from our office holiday party were finally posted. There are two pictures (well... three) of me, with a group of friends. An hour or so after the receptionist sends out the announcement that they're now available for viewing, one of my perv-y, old, married admirers e-mailed me:

"Where’s that red dress I had picked out for you???!!"

Later, passing through the kitchen, on my way back to my desk, he called out to me and said, "But you were still a babe in black!"

And my managers heard. They were shocked. Amused. Creeped out. Concerned. And they talked to me about it.

Hmmm...