I got permission to blog about this.

Our criminal trial got a late verdict today and we had 4 deputies backing up my bailiff when I read the verdicts. One deputy is a friend of mine and he was showing an overtimer, a stranger to me, the ins and outs of our courthouse. The following conversation took place (unbeknownst to me until just now) as the courtroom was being prepared for taking the verdicts.

New guy: She’s really pretty.
Friend guy: Wait till you see her stand up.
[Right then I was instructed by the judge to go get something, so I left my desk and walked out the back door of the courtroom. In my fitted sweater and plaid skirt.]
New guy: Whoa! Very nice! [or something to that effect, I may have misquoted a bit] How’d you mess that up?
Friend guy: I’m an idiot.

Later on down in lock-up, apparently there was another conversation about me between these guys and another regular bailiff in the building.
Regular bailiff: She recently broke up with this doctor she’d been seeing. You single?
Friend guy: Yeah, but we’ve just been really good friends for too long.

The reason why the 2nd conversation is notable is…I never told that bailiff about my social status. He’d heard thru “the grapevine.” How come I try to plant the rumor seed that I’m a lesbian and that didn’t take (I even went so far as to hit on our waitress in front of everybody at a restaurant/bar), and I break up and everybody knows?