So here's the deal, there is this skeevy little perv man at work who everyone assumes (actually there's not much assumption going on it seems pretty obvious) plays for the other team. Fine, no big deal, doesn't affect me. The big deal is the increasing level of creepiness I'm receiving.
Probably all started 6 months or so ago when we crossed paths at the building door and I was looked up and down like I was fresh meat walking into a gay bar. At the time I didn't know if this guy just forgot he was at work, was oblivious to his surroundings, or simply liked the view that day. I certainly didn't think this would be an ongoing issue.
Since that day I think its safe to say I'm getting ogled in the office more each day than any chic in the building has to put up with. Stopped being flattering a while ago. I mean I've now taken the stairs a few time because I've seen him waiting for the elevator and after my last ride in there with him (with other people present thank god, didn't stop him from checking out the goods though) that's a level of uncomfortable that I just can't tolerate, and you should know I never take the stairs. You should also know I've been seen several times with my sweetheart walking through the building, its common knowledge that I'm with someone in the office. Does this stop him from walking by my cube and slowing down for a blatant peek into my cube (legit slow down, craning his neck so he can look in)? Nope. Just goes right on with his business. This guy is like the ultimate meathead of the gay community, like The Situation of gays. Just treating every atmosphere like a pick-up scene.
Its a truly odd situation to be in. I'm not going to report it for obvious reasons (no one likes to complain, my word against his, hard to explain: "that guy over there stares at my junk") and I can't call him out personally on it because that would just be taken as homophobic. What should I be doing?
I've been strongly considering fighting fire with fire. See if I can make him uncomfortable enough to just go away. I could bend over to tie my shoe when I see him coming, maybe do a lunge or two in the lobby like I'm stretching, or bring out the big guns with the lean back to stretch my back and push my waist forward routine.
I could also go the scrub route and just start wearing ratty old clothes, maybe a Wal-Mart outfit or two. I'm sure that would offend his gay sensibilities.
