So, apparently I'm more Jersey than I think. Somehow, I'm not exactly sure when this happened, I exude an air of good old jersey white trash. That must be the only explanation.
Walking out of a meeting last week in a button up and sweater (quite conservative) ... a guy on the street proceeds to comment that I have great breasts?!?!? Yes, we all know that... I don't need a stranger telling me this.
Then the following day, while helping a customer at the bookstore over the phone...the guy asks me if I have kids. I side step the question, finish his order...the guy tells me if I don't have kids he'd like to take me to lunch. What??? A 2 minute telephone conversation about an order, and I'm asked to lunch. Also, I'm ok to date as long as I don't bring any single parent drama to the table (to a nice respectable Camden gentleman...).
Saturday has to be the best/most insulting. Clara (my 9 year old little sister), Diane and I went to lunch. While walking out of the restaurant, I hold the door for the guy walking behind us. He proceeds to tell me I look nice, then ask me if I'm a dancer. THEN...he repeats himself by saying, "I'm going to be bold, but must be a dancer, right. You look very nice". While throwing me a wink, and lets just say not looking me in the eye. Mind you, I have a very pregnant friend and a 9 year old in tow. Gotta love Diane, she is quick to point out that I don't exactly have the ballerina body. Yes, I may have curves, but that DOES NOT MAKE ME A STRIPPER! Shocking, I know! (mind you, I was wearing a black cotton dress, flat black sandles, no make up and my hair was down...pretty plain).
I almost prefer it when I've been invisible / intimidating the past 5 years. Life was less insulting.
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