After Bible Study last night, I dropped Josh off in the city to meet our friend Drew for a Copeland concert. On the way home, I was really thirsty, so I decided to go to Safeway and get myself a Snapple. Josh gets to go to a concert. I get a Snapple. Fair trade.
I’m standing in line and the guy in front of me (late 30s/early 40s) looks back at me twice for kind of extended periods of time. So, I finally look up at him (I was acting like I was really into the magazines) and he goes, “Hi. How are you doing tonight?” Um, hello old man, I’m 25. I have a diamond on my left ring finger, oh, and see this belly, yeah, there’s a kid in there. It’s my husband’s. Is what I’m thinking as I apathetically reply, “Good. How are you doing?” And then he says he’s fine and says he’s excited for the “regime” to be changing in January. I’m polite enough but not really friendly and then he tells me I can go ahead of him in line b/c I just have a drink and he has a basket full of stuff. After saying, “No, that’s okay.” He insists and I accept.
And that was it. He got on his cell phone and didn’t say one more thing to me. And as I was leaving Safeway, I was very confused as to how I should have acted. If that would have been a woman, I would have been much more friendly and talkative. I rarely even make eye contact with men (who are strangers) and if a man ever smiles at me (unless he’s over 80) I hardly ever smile back. It’s a weird dynamic. Should I have been more kind to him (while simultaneously rubbing my belly with my left hand so that he’d get the idea)?
I think I’m jaded b/c on my way back to school one year after Christmas break, I sat next to a guy in his mid-30s on the plane. I was 20. And we spent the whole time talking about God and my beliefs…and I’m thinking I’m a really good Christian and just when I think he’s going to ask me to pray with him, he asks me if I’d like to go out to dinner with him!!!??? Blach. Because he was so “old” and I was so ignorant, I hadn’t seen this coming at all!! I awkwardly declined, using the excuse that a boy (who I wasn’t even dating…but I didn’t let him know this) wouldn’t like the idea of that. Phew. And then we sat in silence next to each other for the rest of the flight. AWKWARD. See, I used to be nice to men but then things like this would happen.
Anyway, what is the point of this blog? I have no idea but if you want, you can share stories you have or tell me how you interact with strangers who are men.