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nah, that running up on you and groaning over your shoulder was extremely disrespectful.
old heads know better
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I was walking into Target.
A black gentleman about my father's age, who looked as though he had just had a run in with an angry mob (don't ask), eyed me like a side of bacon, on my way in.
As he RUSHED up behind me quickly, FULLY entering my personal space and with his best impression of Barry White GROANED (yes, groaned), right over my shoulder:
"Ye-e-eah, my sista-a-a'! You go 'he-e-ead, gir-r-rl! Go 'he-e-ead!"
I get cat calls often enough to realize no good comes from acknowledging them.That and I'm a well-mannered lady. I don't respond to being whistled at like a common cur. I prefer to be approached in a polite manner and I readily respond, warmly, in kind.
Feeling as I do, about these things...I ignored him and continued on with my shopping.
He FOUND me.
In the MAKE-UP aisle.
I'm a bit worried at this point as we stare each other down. There's no use in my pretending I didn't see him. He was nearly six feet tall...we were the only two in the aisle...and I tried looking away, only to find he continued standing there.
He eyes me for a moment and then says:
"You the first I've seen, with 'er hair natural. That's what I meant...when I said that, before."
Relief flooded over me at this point. I like to give people the benefit of the doubt. However, when strange men rush upon me, speaking in suggestive tones and whisper words of endearment in my ear...I find myself less then amused. Call me crazy.
At his words, I smile, nod and reply:
"I see! Thank you! I appreciate it."
He gave a nod in return and continued on.
It was a terribly odd, but terribly wonderful moment.
I'm sure he's a very nice man (I type that with absolute sincerity).
...
He just needs to work on his delivery.![]()
I was walking into Target.
A black gentleman about my father's age, who looked as though he had just had a run in with an angry mob (don't ask), eyed me like a side of bacon, on my way in.
As he RUSHED up behind me quickly, FULLY entering my personal space and with his best impression of Barry White GROANED (yes, groaned), right over my shoulder:
"Ye-e-eah, my sista-a-a'! You go 'he-e-ead, gir-r-rl! Go 'he-e-ead!"
I get cat calls often enough to realize no good comes from acknowledging them.That and I'm a well-mannered lady. I don't respond to being whistled at like a common cur. I prefer to be approached in a polite manner and I readily respond, warmly, in kind.
Feeling as I do, about these things...I ignored him and continued on with my shopping.
He FOUND me.
In the MAKE-UP aisle.
I'm a bit worried at this point as we stare each other down. There's no use in my pretending I didn't see him. He was nearly six feet tall...we were the only two in the aisle...and I tried looking away, only to find he continued standing there.
He eyes me for a moment and then says:
"You the first I've seen, with 'er hair natural. That's what I meant...when I said that, before."
Relief flooded over me at this point. I like to give people the benefit of the doubt. However, when strange men rush upon me, speaking in suggestive tones and whisper words of endearment in my ear...I find myself less then amused. Call me crazy.
At his words, I smile, nod and reply:
"I see! Thank you! I appreciate it."
He gave a nod in return and continued on.
It was a terribly odd, but terribly wonderful moment.
I'm sure he's a very nice man (I type that with absolute sincerity).
...
He just needs to work on his delivery.![]()