Kind-of strange thing just happened. I was outside the Financial District building I work in, taking a late lunch break in the arcade area.
I’m on one end of a bench, doing my thing, and mentally-disabled and/or drugged hoboish man talking to himself/me (?) sits down next to me…not all that close. Slightly annoying, not unexpected in the City, and not a huge deal.
I go into IGNORE mode, which I’m quite adept at, and which is a time-tested and proven way of getting on in the urban jungle (except for that one time when some drunkie-guy started grabbing at me and not letting go, which is another story).
So then this rather attractive grey-haired man with a striking resemblance to my Lufthansa boyfriend walks up directly to us and the hobo says immediately,
“Oh, is this your lady?” and real-life Lufthansa guy says,
“Yeah, I was just coming to meet her.”
And the muttering-to-self guy, in a rather polite way, is all,
“Well I don’t wanna mess with anyone’s lady…” and just up and leaves. Lufthansa Twin kind-of messes around with his briefcase for a moment as I look up and thank him, then goes back to the table he was originally at.
Most women I know will get my point immediately.
Sure, it was a nice thing to do. But Lufthansa Twin kinda left me feeling a little, well, damsel-in-distressish. And I do not like feeling that way.
And what’s weirder is that, had he stayed to chat or flirt or whatever, I think I would have felt better.
At least one of you lovlies is thinking, “She’s WAY over-thinking this,” I know…
But is it that I’ve become so hardened by the City that I’m all jaw-droppy and speechless when someone just does something nice and gets a dude to leave me alone…
Or is it that I want to think I’m all tough and whatnot and want everyone else to think that I can obviously handle my own shit…
Or has second-wave feminism screwed me once again?