Boys: Vaulting over the line
I am too nice to people, and this is often times misunderstood as an open door for unacceptable behaviour (on their part).
A couple of days back, I was approached by someone in Bridgehead; His name is O (please don't mistake this with the notorious Story of O because that would be gross). He seemed like a relatively nice individual, and he proceeded to tell me about his life. I listened.
End of story.
I listened because I felt sorry for him...period.
When asked for my telephone number, I declined. And so, he insisted I take his contact information (I should have said no). Actually, I should have known something was amiss when he approached me in line, and stood much too close to me...staring at me.
As politely as possible, I tried to make it clear that although he insisted I take his number, he wasn't going to hear from me.
I guess that politeness is often times lost on people.
He wrote his number and e-mail on the inside cover of a book I was reading. A book which I fear I will have to burn asap.
Today. I received a call from this person on my mobile. Recall: I had refused to give him my contact information.
When I asked him how he found my telephone number, he told me he looked me up on-line (wtf?), and as I was making it painfully and embarrassingly clear that this was unacceptable, he asked me if he could email me. Standing with my mouth agape, I said “NO, you can not,” right before I closed my mobile.
I sttod staring at my mobile thinking: one can’t really be melodramatic with a mobile, can they? You don’t have the luxury of slamming them down like a regular phone, when angry and wanting to expend some of that energy. So delicate are mobiles: you have to pay attention, look at them, pinpoint the End button, and then press it gently. How inconvenient for my mood.
But I digress, and my point it: This guy needs medication.
And boys...don't call a woman unless she gives you explicit permission to do so (one fine example of 'explicit permission' is "Here's my number...call me...").
A couple of days back, I was approached by someone in Bridgehead; His name is O (please don't mistake this with the notorious Story of O because that would be gross). He seemed like a relatively nice individual, and he proceeded to tell me about his life. I listened.
End of story.
I listened because I felt sorry for him...period.
When asked for my telephone number, I declined. And so, he insisted I take his contact information (I should have said no). Actually, I should have known something was amiss when he approached me in line, and stood much too close to me...staring at me.
As politely as possible, I tried to make it clear that although he insisted I take his number, he wasn't going to hear from me.
I guess that politeness is often times lost on people.
He wrote his number and e-mail on the inside cover of a book I was reading. A book which I fear I will have to burn asap.
Today. I received a call from this person on my mobile. Recall: I had refused to give him my contact information.
When I asked him how he found my telephone number, he told me he looked me up on-line (wtf?), and as I was making it painfully and embarrassingly clear that this was unacceptable, he asked me if he could email me. Standing with my mouth agape, I said “NO, you can not,” right before I closed my mobile.
I sttod staring at my mobile thinking: one can’t really be melodramatic with a mobile, can they? You don’t have the luxury of slamming them down like a regular phone, when angry and wanting to expend some of that energy. So delicate are mobiles: you have to pay attention, look at them, pinpoint the End button, and then press it gently. How inconvenient for my mood.
But I digress, and my point it: This guy needs medication.
And boys...don't call a woman unless she gives you explicit permission to do so (one fine example of 'explicit permission' is "Here's my number...call me...").
Labels: Relationships
posted by just a girl at 1:20 PM
5 Comments:
that's really rude M. I hope he got the message after you rightfully got angry on the phone.
..and i hope someone gives u flowers or a really really nice hat at the least to make ur day tomorrow.. i would, but i'm kinda far.. you mind frozen baklava?
oh! I just found a really good blog you might light to check out..
www.hollabacknyc.blogspot.com
Uzi -- a hat? I love hats. I own one too many of them, each almost identical to the other only a shade lighter.
It's odd, this hat collection.
Frozen baklava? OF COURSE I WANT SOME. Wait. I don't know why I'm yelling...maybe it's to make certain you hear me all the way over in the East.
I am going to go and check out the site. Thanks for the reference :)
Did you tell them about me? Because...it's always about me, you know...
m :O)
oh dear. I don't know how I missed this. Is it new? that's super creepy. and why I have a flip phone. they're great for the dramatics and can be flipped shut with great flair.
I listened once, to an old man. and then him and his heavy nasal breathing proceeded to bother me the rest of the quarter. (we were in the same program at uni).
*grrrr* @ strange conversation stalker.
hey mo -- no, not new at all, but sometimes you have to refresh the page or else some posts don't load...I don't get it either...
I too have a flip phone and always fear it will fly off its hinges if I close it with too much force. I shall try, though; drama is highly underrated.
He's not bothered me since, and so I think that my immediate reaction spoke volumes.
m xo
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