Bit of a long one for my first post.
I work in a small company, around 25 people in total. It's a friendly place and I've been here for 15 years. I get on well with everyone but there are two people I particularly like, namely Simon and Jeanette (names changed for obvious reasons). They've both worked here as long as me. Our roles in the company are very different, so job-wise we don't interact that much but often during break times the three of us have a good chat and laugh. Simon and I smoke so we also see each other in the yard outside most days. Jeanette and I have always found Simon to be a very kind and rather sensitive man, not the run of the mill type. He is in his late fifties, I am early sixties and Jeanette is late sixties. Jeanette and I have socialised outside of work together but never with Simon. We are widows and he has been married for 35 years.
A couple of months ago Simon and I were having a cigarette break in the back yard, it was just the two of us which isn't unusual. We were chatting away about nothing in particular and the conversation drifted into what we'd do if we won the lottery. So far, so normal and light hearted. I said I'd like to go abroad for a few months, somewhere warm and sunny. Simon smiled and said the following words "I can imagine you and Jeanette topless on a beach together". I instantly felt uncomfortable because firstly I hadn't mentioned Jeanette and secondly because of the word "topless". This wasn't his usually style and we'd never shared that kind of personal humour. What followed next though was unreal. He said, and I quote "Pass the sick bucket, I wish I'd never thought of that. Now I can't unsee it, fucking hell" and he started to stick his fingers down his throat making mock sick noises and pulling a really unpleasant face. I mumbled something about getting back to my desk and quickly left wondering if I'd dreamt it.
Just to clarify, I am definitely not a "pearl clutcher". I've worked in offices on construction sites and on the docks and haven't led a particularly cosseted life. But this really shocked and upset me. Not only because the comments were so out of character but also because it involved Jeanette who wasn't there to defend herself, if that's the right word. Neither she nor I have ever come close to flirting with Simon or even thought about doing so and we don't view ourselves as anything but average looking, long in the tooth women.
The thing is, now every time Jeanette says how kind Simon is I feel the urge to tell her about his nasty comments. On the other hand, I don't want to share the upset when really she only ever encounters him briefly at work. She's only recently been widowed and I don't want to hurt her. She really is a lovely, genuine person! Thoughts please.