One of my former supervisors in the postal service did this to both men and women. With men, it just felt threatening. With women, there was an element of sexual threat as well.
Unless you were young, female and nice-looking. Then he’d get up -real- close (about a handspan), lower his voice to do that Barry White thing, and talk -very-, umm, “friendly” to you. And yeah, of course he was married. Eventually, complaints led to a couple of EEOC investigators coming in to interview people, but nothing ever happened to him.
This was the guy who learned his management skills in a street gang. Yes, literally; he bragged about having been in a street gang as a teen. If he could have gotten away with it, I’m pretty sure he would have walked around the office with a gun tucked into his waistband. He was that creepy and intimidating.
I was one of his particular targets, and the stress eventually got so bad I ended up in the hospital with what looked and felt like a heart attack, and off work for two months. The harassment complaint I filed was 40 single-spaced pages and 17,000 words. (When it became clear the harassment was deliberate and wouldn’t stop, I’d started keeping a notebook with dates, times, details, and eyewitnesses.)
About a week after I got back from my sick leave, upper management called everyone together for a presentation. They gave that supervisor a letter of appreciation and a promotion. After that, I transferred to another station as quickly as possible.
My harassment complaint took five years to reach a settlement. The result? A letter from Postal Service management admitting harassment had taken place. That. Was. All. No demotion. No suspension. No termination. Nothing but that letter. He probably framed that letter and put it on the wall of his office so he could brag about putting a guy in the hospital and getting away with it. That was one of the biggest reasons I took a retirement option as soon as I possibly could. (I was also pissed at my union, who “negotiated” and accepted this “settlement” without bothering to get my input or permission. And after five years, it was too late to file a private personal injury suit against the supervisor.)
Sorry, veering into off-topic personal stuff there. It’s one of those Major Milestones in a person’s life hard to ignore when something reminds you about it.