"Well, teasing a girl to get her attention hasn't worked since the sixth grade, but if anyone would try to bring it back, it would be Ron."
"Well, why doesn't he just ask me out like a normal person?"
"Sylvia, look in the mirror and see if you can figure out why he's a little intimidated. For an advice columnist you're a little slow on the uptake, sometimes."
"Yeah, but Ron looks like---you know---like Ron."
"You think you wouldn't be interested in him? I always thought Ron was kind of cute," said Melissa.
"Then why don't you date him?"
"Well, we almost did, once. I think it was his relationship with you that stopped it from happening. You two really should investigate the possibility. From the very beginning there was always some obvious sexual tension between you two. Everyone could see it. You're together almost constantly. Well, I have to leave, Sylvia. Don't let me stop you from using the facilities. Unless you think you'd rather use a urinal!"
"Oh, don't you start! Oh, I forgot to tell you the funniest part. Guess which man Ron accused me of being? Jack Cody!"
"Jack Cody! Like he'd ever put on a dress! That macho idiot!"
"I know, right? But I don't really have to tinkle, Melissa. I just came in here to get away from Ron. Sanctuary!"
"Don't forget, we have that print ad to shoot tomorrow. Wear your sexy little black dress. That should move the product. And don't forget, girl's game night tomorrow evening!"
"OK. Don't tell the girls what Ron said about me. I don't want them making fun of me. It's so humiliating to have someone say that about you, even if it is just a joke."
Melissa agreed, and they left together. Melissa gave Ron the skunk-eye as she passed him, which rattled him. He'd been checking out hypnotism on Google, and it seemed that a post-hypnotic suggestion could only last for 48 hours at the most. About the best thing he could do would be to humor Sylvia in this delusion, and try to protect his secret from being exposed. Ron thought about getting the hypnotist to undo the post-hypnotic suggestion, but he didn't know if the guy could be trusted to keep a secret.
Sylvia came up to him and said, "Ron, darling---"