So many women talk about strange men asking them out or asking them for their phone number when they are out and about. I remember being at the video rental store when I was in high school and the guy behind the counter asked my sister for her phone number. For the record, that has never happened to me. I thought it did once…but it didn’t.
After my husband graduated college, we moved to a city in Iowa. We had only been there a few weeks when my parents came to visit. While my husband was at work, I took my parents antique shopping. We were in a quaint little shop when a very nice looking man came up and started talking to me. I thought it odd that he was so friendly. I thought it so odd that I was uncomfortable and just answered him back with short aloof responses. I was a married woman, after all! I don’t know if he noticed my rudeness or not, but he then began talking to my parents. In the course of the conversation, I realized he was from the church that my husband and I had been going to. I just didn’t recognize him! I was so embarrassed! I never could look him in the eye after that!
Yes indeed… One has to put one’s pride in one’s pocket when those things happen and laugh lots, that’s for sure!
Ahh, the advantage of having a gaggle of kids following you while out and about: no one dares to ask you for your name and phone number!
How funny! I love this story, because I think most of us can relate! 🙂
i always scratch my nose with my left hand… (hello, here’s my ring)… that is funny, though! just like a guy not to preface it with “oh, hello! we go to church together, dont we?”… now that would be the right thing to start with, but of course, only a woman would think about it! lol
Ha, I can top you on the embarrassing factor in this story! How about a couple visits your church a couple of times, then after a service, you stand close to your husband while talking to a friend. After finishing your conversation, you turn around and lightly punch your husband in the chest. And then hear a stranger’s voice saying hi! Yikes! I thought he was my husband!!! I died laughing and then could never talk to or look at him again.
Your story was funny, too. 🙂
Ha-ha. I do that all of the time. (Stuff like that.)
I was once hit on and followed around by a man for a week at a conference. People told me he was married and I thought he was just being nice because I was new to the conference. I was still young and cute. The next year, there was a new, young, cute, girl and he kept her company all week. He didn’t even remember me! I am too naive. My friends said, “I told you he was trying to pick you up!”
Oh well… at least he didn’t 🙂
“I thought it did once but it didn’t” made me LOL!!!
I’m mostly bothered when teenagers ask me out. Or when I answer “I’m married” and the man says, “So?” YUCK! I should probably just tell them to take a hike!
That’s so funny, Esther! I didn’t get married until I was in my thirties, and so I got hit on a few times by strange men. That’s not how I met my husband, though…I knew him for years before we started dating!
Funny! I am the same way. I rarely smile back at men because I don’t want them hitting on me. And I bet so many of them are thinking, “I was just trying to be nice, lady!” 🙂