I had to talk to one of my bosses a year ago about the same thing. He's bi and even though he's adorable in his own way, I just like to keep my private life and my work life separate. The talk went a little something like this:
Boss= Chris
James= Me
Enter James
Chris: Hey buddy, How you doin' today?
James: I've been kickin' ass all day, man!
Chris: (with a smile) I though so, 'cause you always look hotter when you have a good day...
James: This is true...and speaking of which... I need to talk to you in the back for a minute.
Chris: (eye-brow cocked) I'm sure you do.
Back Room
Chris: So, uh, what can I do for you?
James: It's about why you hired me.
Chris: You don't want to be a waiter?
James: Quite the contrary... I love my job, but did you know I was gay before you hired me?
Chris: Uhhh...
James: Le Lonnie told you didn't she...?
Chris: Yes... but what are you getting at?
James: The way you talk to me. The comments and the physical contact. I'm very uncomfortable with you being all over me at work. You're my boss; I'm here to work, 'cause I need to put myself through college.
Chris: So you don't like me is what you're saying...
James: Not at all. I think you're an awesome guy. You're kind. You're charming and I love your Latino accent, but this isn't about whether or not I think you're dating material. This is about me wanting to come in to do my job. From the second I walk in 'til the moment I leave you distract me from the tasks at hand. Most of all you need to keep your hands off me. This is a place of business, and there's no way I'm going to start getting treated like the boss' pet when all my co-workers start saying that I get special treatment.
Chris: Have they been saying things to you...?
James: (sigh) You're missing the point, C. My personal life and my work life are two separate entities, and I keep them that way for a reason.
Chris: So... you want to keep your orientation on the down low?
James: Again... wrong direction. I could care less if anyone know I'm gay. Just because I don't wear a "Look mom, no pussy..." shirt doesn't mean I'm a closet case. I just don't think it has any place in what's supposed to be a professional environment. Most people here knew I was gay before I started working here.
Chris: You don't do the whole PDA thing...?
James: PDA? We are just friends, I'm sorry if my blushing and/or playful banter gave you the wrong impression. Quite frankly I have a hard time switching that part of my personality off. I'm flirtatious, a good listener, and I try to never make people feel unappreciated. I can't switch it off because I also use those traits to talk to people daily, especially when I'm serving here. When people realize you have a personality, they tend to tip you much better. Why do you think I make so much more money per night most of the girls here? You hired some really hot girls to work, but two of them zero personality in the dining room; maybe they are shy or maybe they don't want to seem ditsy/bubbly. I don't know, but what I do know is that the other two girls you have don't even like working... they are only here because their parents are making them work. They don't need the money, so they have little motivation to use any sort of people skills.
Chris: So you're nice to me because you feel you have to be?
James: You're getting defensive. Like I said before, I think you're an awesome guy. I'm all for being your friend, but you have to realize that your behavior is highly inappropriate for the work place. You own this restaurant so you can do what ever you want, hun, but I ask that you take my feelings in to consideration here... I
Chris: I thought I was reciprocating a mutual attraction. This was about your feelings.
James: I know... I just wanted to draw a clear line before things got out of hand. I don't want to have to walk out on you because I feel like I'm getting harassed.
Chris: (blank stare)......................
James: I don't mean that you are harassing me, but if I let it continue then it would have felt like that to me. There are too many people that leave good jobs 'cause they just don't want to be the bitch that puts a damper on the party, but would you rather have me here as a friend...or would you rather me keep my feelings inside until I just snap and quit?
Chris: I don't want you to leave.
James: You don't have to worry about me leaving. Just respect my wishes. I think they are reasonable...
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I felt like a dick, but I needed to get my point across. We're still buddy, buddy with each other. Now I just don't have to deal with as many uncomfortable situations. He knows where I stand. He knows where we stand.
I don't know if that gives you any insight to what you might want to do, but it might help spark an idea. Good luck, as I know how hard it is to be just another piece of meat
