I don’t know, but I think she knows it’s me

As I listen to Danni’s message, I begin to get the sense that she’s figured out that Andrew the cunnilinguist is the Andrew with whom she eats dinner most nights. For one thing, she says, “There’s this guy in my dorm I’m interested in, but I can’t tell if he’s interested in me, and the sexual frustration is getting to me.” That’s a very odd thing to say if she doesn’t know she’s talking to me; it doesn’t fit with the kinds of comments prospective clients have made. There are a number of little ways in which her message just feels—off, out of line with all the other calls I’ve gotten. (Well, except for Leigh Carter’s, but that just proves the point.) I could be wrong, but I think she’s made me.

So—what do I do? Clearly, I have to go talk to her face-to-face—this isn’t something I want to try to handle over the phone where she can’t see my face and she can just hang up on me. But how do I raise the subject?