I know you mean well, my friend – but please stop trying to control my social life.
I’m a big girl – I can handle my own conversations. So when a man approachess me or happens to look my way – please, let me speak. Don’t tell him all the reasons why he shouldn’t try to pick me up – because he didn’t try.
Please don’t ask him embarrassing questions like,
“Isn’t she cute?’ or “Doesn’t she look just like me?” or “Don’t you just love her curves?”
The answer to either of these questions is already staged – if you were in a court of law they would cry ‘objection!’ for leading the witness.
When a man calls you from across the room – don’t turn to me and say,
“You go.”
And when I say “he didn’t call me - he called you..” don’t say “ If he thinks I’m good looking – then he must think you’re good looking – its not like you have a dog face or something..”
Don’t. Please.
Let’s just put it out there. To the majority of this drunk and mind numb crowd of males – you are the pick of the litter – the madame of the hour. You are more attractive than me.
I am okay with that. Really. I am. I also like to bask in the beam of your beauty every now and again – and for those few seconds you are the most beautiful person in the world – what that means in the long run is still a mystery to me.
I am not envious. I just want you to stop thinking that I might feel insecure around you – because it makes you say things that insult me and it makes me feel uncomfortable.
And Men,
For the love of Christmas,
Please don’t send your toy soldier colleague to entice me – and when I get over there ask me who my friend is. When you look at my appalled face, don’t say ‘Oh – you’re a good girl – you wouldn’t want me.” Please –don’t.
Don’t say “You’re cute…like a little sister.” Please –just stop.
Not after I walked all the way over here in these four inch heels and had three uncouth males step on my toes. Please don’t.
It was my fault anyway, I got dressed in these uncomfortable clothes and painted myself with these ridiculously unsuited products – consciously or sub consciously to buy your attention. But I have learned my lesson, he who is to be mine – will be – beautiful or not.
So I beg of you, don’t try to save me; I can do bad all by myself.
On behalf of all my sisters out there,
Denise
