YankeeCandle
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When a random man hollers, I don't. That would be most men who run into me and express interest. I smile, refuse, and keep it moving and forget about it by evening when I see my SO.
But if there's someone who strikes up a genuine conversation with me and whom I might actually have been interested in if it weren't for SO, I usually like to tell my boyfriend about it. Usually, the reason is just to get som perspective on the experience (he is my closest and most supportive friend in the world) but I leave OUT details such as "he was fine, too!" .
But maybe deep down, part of it is to feel virtuous to assuage the twinge of disloyalty (not the same as guilt, because I've done nothing wrong and it's natural!) at feeling attraction to another.
Yesterday, a handsome, well-educated, genuinely funny and amiable man struck up a conversation with me at the bank and we began talking about a subject of mutual interest--soccer/World Cup--for about ten minutes. The conversation was stimulating because our countries' teams are rivals with each other. And no one else I know is into soccer.
Anyway, he gave me his business card, which I pocketed without a word (I've found it's less awkward than turning them down outright), but when he asked for my number, I politely declined.
As soon as we parted ways, I called up my SO and told him the whole story. Then I asked him if there was some way I could get away with hooking that man up with my still-searching girlfriend since he seemed like he was worth at least trying to get to know.
SO settled back and began holding forth (like me, one of his favorite things to do ) about how it's dangerous to accept dates from men you met randomly because they could have dangerous pasts and communicable diseases, and wives and kids back in their home country or another state.
"Uh, but you approached me randomly in a public place and I gave you my number." [I actually agree with him 100%, BTW, but I like being Devil's Advocate]
"Yes, but I am the exception," he said matter-of-factly.
Then he added that it's a bad idea to hook up your friends with strangers because if the latter turn out to be bad news, your friendship will suffer because the friend will blame you.
"So, does it bother you that I told you?" I asked.
"No!" he said. "It is good that you shared your experience. You see the intelligent conversation we were able to have about this? Now I have convinced you not to give strange men's numbers to your friends and you have been reminded of the dangers of strange men ."
"Thank you, Teacher."
So, what about you? Any thoughts or stories?
But if there's someone who strikes up a genuine conversation with me and whom I might actually have been interested in if it weren't for SO, I usually like to tell my boyfriend about it. Usually, the reason is just to get som perspective on the experience (he is my closest and most supportive friend in the world) but I leave OUT details such as "he was fine, too!" .
But maybe deep down, part of it is to feel virtuous to assuage the twinge of disloyalty (not the same as guilt, because I've done nothing wrong and it's natural!) at feeling attraction to another.
Yesterday, a handsome, well-educated, genuinely funny and amiable man struck up a conversation with me at the bank and we began talking about a subject of mutual interest--soccer/World Cup--for about ten minutes. The conversation was stimulating because our countries' teams are rivals with each other. And no one else I know is into soccer.
Anyway, he gave me his business card, which I pocketed without a word (I've found it's less awkward than turning them down outright), but when he asked for my number, I politely declined.
As soon as we parted ways, I called up my SO and told him the whole story. Then I asked him if there was some way I could get away with hooking that man up with my still-searching girlfriend since he seemed like he was worth at least trying to get to know.
SO settled back and began holding forth (like me, one of his favorite things to do ) about how it's dangerous to accept dates from men you met randomly because they could have dangerous pasts and communicable diseases, and wives and kids back in their home country or another state.
"Uh, but you approached me randomly in a public place and I gave you my number." [I actually agree with him 100%, BTW, but I like being Devil's Advocate]
"Yes, but I am the exception," he said matter-of-factly.
Then he added that it's a bad idea to hook up your friends with strangers because if the latter turn out to be bad news, your friendship will suffer because the friend will blame you.
"So, does it bother you that I told you?" I asked.
"No!" he said. "It is good that you shared your experience. You see the intelligent conversation we were able to have about this? Now I have convinced you not to give strange men's numbers to your friends and you have been reminded of the dangers of strange men ."
"Thank you, Teacher."
So, what about you? Any thoughts or stories?