A funny incident happened to me the other day at work.
I was walking by the sunglass case and saw two young girls. Now, seeing younger clients isn't strange for the store I work in, let alone young people checking out designer sunglasses.
I decided to go and help them while I was on my way to send a fax. So I called out to them, asking if they needed assistance.
As I approached, fax in hand, a funny thing happened. I stopped about three feet away from them and the case, offering to open it up. One of the girls looked at me, then looked me up and down. With a strange look in her eyes, she stepped closer to her girlfriend, then the two of them uncomfortably grabbed hands and stood there, like deer in headlights.
I was practically baffled. One, because all of that happened in a matter of a moment and it was a pretty distinct message. Secondly, their message suddenly made me feel like I was a creep, even though I could swear I wasn't looking at them that way. They weren't even my type.
(...)
Another thing happened today. I went to a play with a co-worker today. While the whole thing was pretty cool, every time I tried to be cordial to her she flat out refused.
Me: "Are you thirsty? Would you like something to drink?"
Her: "No thanks."
Me: "Are you sure? It's gonna be a few hours."
Her: "I'm fine."
Later, during intermission, I offered her my jacket to cover her. It was unusually cold in the theatre (which was also strange,) and she only came dressed in a leather jacket and jeans. And the tightly crossed legs and arms were a sure sign that she must be freezing. Same thing-- complete refusal, as if I was asking to sleep with her. And the whole thing made me feel like a jerk.
I guess I'm not used to women acting so guarded around me. I don't know what's up. It might be just a few strange cases in the last few days, but I can't be sure. In an unrelated conversation, I even asked a new girl at work the other day about whether or not I make people feel weird. She said the only reason why she talks to me is because I don't look at her like a piece of meat.
So I'm at a loss.
But maybe it's something that has nothing to do with me. Right?
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Monday, April 24, 2006
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