So… I was at Starbucks yesterday and encountered an amusing situation (it was funny to me at least). I grabbed my tall non-fat no whip hot chocolate and sat down in a chair, pulled out my Kindle, and began reading for class: “What Was She Thinking: Notes on a Scandal” by Zoe Heller. After a bit a handsome older gentleman (early 40s) asked if the chair next to me was taken. “By you apparently,” I told him. He laughed, and I told him it was fine, that my imaginary friend wouldn’t mind if he sat there. He again laughed and asked if I was serious. “No.” I then made more jokes, and we struck up a conversation.
There were a pair of much older men sitting at a table near us. They overheard our conversation (because I’ve got a loud mouth) and started laughing as well. Some of the conversation included me talking about my fat ass (I’m aware that I have a very large derierre, and I’m fine with it), and I did talk about my husband and boyfriend. So the more we talked, the more I had the three men in stitches.
Eventually the two guys at the table left, and it was just me and the other guy. Each of us in a separate chair, facing each other perpendicularly. Then his girlfriend/wife/lady friend…some sort of woman that he knew, came in and made her way to the table next to us. Now let me describe this woman: probably in her forties, blonde, skinny, tan, fake nails, very pointy shoes with spike heels, etc. You know…the “typical” beautiful white American suburbian woman. She clearly did not look happy to see her man sitting next to me (there were plenty of other empty chairs around the place, but we were in the only two comfy squishy chairs). He tells her that I’m the one that’s been having him “in stitches for the past half hour”. She looks at me with utter female contempt, gives me a fake fake fake smile, and sits down.
She crosses her legs and arms, and positions her body towards the man, clearly trying to “mark” her territory. Now you have to understand.. I’m sitting in my chair, my body is positioned away from the guy. He’s seeing me from the side, not the front. I have my Kindle in my hand and lap, and my bookbag is on a table between us. So it is very clear that my body is not giving off any sort of posture that says “come hither please sir.” She apparently doesn’t care. I’m talking to “her man” and is obviously peeved, as if I’ve done some sort of personal affront to her. I lower my face and giggle silently.
I can tell that the guy is obviously uncomfortable with her presence. He gets up from the chair and sits in the chair across from her. He says something that I laugh at, and she rolls her eyes. He calls her out and she of course denies it (because it would mean she’d have to admit that she’s being a bitch). Again I have inner laughter at the situation.
They eventually get up to leave b/c she is sooo clearly pissed at his laughing at my jokes and she somehow believes he must be attracted to me. (Uhhh.. I’m 5feet flat, quite curvy, crazy frizzy wavy hair, and I am sooo not normal pretty… so I have no clue why she would be intimidated by me). He tells me it was a pleasure to meet me, shakes my hand, and they leave.
I just laugh at the whole encounter. I made conversation with three strangers that happened to be men. I could have just as easily made it with three women. But because it was of the opposite sex, it apparently means that I’m only talking to them so that I can get in their pants?! What?!!!! Um no! I’m just talking to people b/c I like to talk to people. There isn’t some hidden ulterior motive for me.
This situation made me start to think. Why do people (mainly monogamous people from what a friend of mine told me) get so jealous when they see their significant other talking to someone of the opposite (or same depending on the orientation) sex? Why do they automatically fear that the stranger is trying to “take them away”? Can’t people just talk to each other? If I go up and strike up a conversation with someone, can’t it just be because I thought they might be interesting (or maybe I’m bored, or whatever). Very rarely is it me wanting to jump someone’s bones.
So yeah.. just wanted to share a funny anctedote. What would you do if you saw your main squeeze talking to someone else? Would you freak? would you start talking to the other person? Etc.
As always, hugs and love, Polyleigh