It didn't take him long to figure me out in the weirdest ways. He noticed that my eyes change color when I'm mad -- which no one has ever pointed out to me before, and probably won't ever again. He notices small changes in the things I wear. He knows when I walk into work whether I want to be spoken to or not. It's safe to say he broke down some walls, and I had conversations with him that I wouldn't with any other boss ever. I trust him.
A while ago, he said in passing that he knew a trans woman. I took the information and put it in my pocket for later in case something more came of the conversation. Last week, she came up again. I listened intently for the way he spoke about her. As he used the right pronouns and never faltered in any way, I got really excited and blurted out, "Can I tell you a secret?"
[Dumbfounded look, confused for dumb look.]
"I'm like Erica."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah. Don't tell anyone, please."
"No, I won't. That's awesome, but I need to sit down."
"That's awesome, but wow. Wow."
"That's so awesome."
"Well, let's do coffee sometime."
Later on that night, he called me into the office as I was leaving. "Hey, thanks for telling me that tonight. I'm honored and touched that you trust me enough to share that."
Since then, he's hugged me every time he greets me. So not where I thought I'd be few months down the line after meeting "Cowboy Bill." Him and I are taking my car to get an oil change on Sunday since I told him I was nervous about it. Weird how things change. I think my New Year's Resolution is not to make snap judgments about people I meet.