When it sucks, I say so.
When it's awesome, you know it.
A guy walked toward me as a studied the various types of chips in front of me at the local store. I was bored, honestly. Cade had the kids for the weekend, and it seemed like I had nothing better to do than buy an energy drink and peruse the chip aisle before going home to sew. I stood minding my own business, gauging whether Cheetos or Doritos sounded like a better time, when suddenly the guy at two o'clock started talking to me.
"Oh, my gosh! I LOVE Doritos too! Can you believe it? We BOTH love Doritos."
Did he want a flippin' prize! Is this the best guys can do these days?
Besides, I have a problem with men lately. Actually there are only three men I really trust right now, and chip-boy isn't one of them. I studied his face and saw "DIRT BAG *ALERT*--I LIKE TO SLEEP WITH WOMEN" practically tattooed on his forehead. That's when I decided to let my temper out.
"Doritos? Really! I bet 90% of Americans LOVE Doritos. That doesn't make me your F'n soulmate!"
He paled. And as I said the words, I actually felt bad--until he gained his second wind!
"A feisty redhead! Meow! I like that! We should go out."
At the point he said "meow" I think I threw up a little in my mouth.
"I'm happily . . . unavailable," I said, starting to turn away.
"You aren't wearing a ring or nothin' AND I'm a great guy."
"You're shorter than me," I countered, because that's something a guy just can't bounce back from--unless he's a midget 'cause that's badass. I've seen Willow enough times to know!
"What?" he said.
"You're. Shorter. Than. Me," I raised my voice.
"I'll always look up to you."
"You look younger than me."
"Never stopped me before."
"How old are you, babyface? Can you even grow a beard yet?" I felt so insensed that he wouldn't just leave me alone to pick some chips; I thought if he continued much longer, I might give him my ex-husband's number--and name--just for the hell of it! (I could pass for a Cade--or Cade-ee--right?) That would teach chip-boy to hit on girls in the chip aisle!
"I'm twenty-five," he winked.
Holy . . . water! Was he really asking me out? Had his balls even dropped yet? "Well, child. I'm thirty. I could have changed your diapers."
"We aren't THAT far apart in age."
"To a five-year-old, that's a freakin' lifetime!" I said, then grabbed a bag of original Lays--which I'm not especially fond of--and I nearly sprinted to the self-checkout.
And as I scanned the bar code of those original Lays, I kept thinking about how I didn't want that brand of chips! I just wanted to mind my own business and probably buy Doritos--because, after all, 90% of Americans LOVE Doritos.
Why is it so hard for me to stand up for myself, do what I want, and now control my temper?
I love that I'm a nice person and I do want to remain true to myself, but being divorced is teaching me a few things. I don't have to be sweet all the time, and it's okay to stand up for myself. Like the Bible--and The Byrds--say, to everything there is a season.
Are there ever times in your life when you've told someone how you feel and they just haven't taken the hint? If so, how did you respond?