How ridiculously simple am I? Naive? Easy to flatter? Easy to manipulate? Easily the most gullible I know. Just ….. easy? Sadly, I am, very easy to do all of these things to.
Oddly enough it happened three times today. The same thing.
I was getting ready to leave work. I had to go do some investigating. That is what my work entails. So I like to look….intimidating. Though I don’t. I can, but sadly, I usually don’t. Well, unless I’m angry. Be careful. You don’t want to see me angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry. (Anyone know where that is from?)
I do have a very distinct ‘look’. I’m about 6 foot 11 inches on my regular days (might be deceiving if you actually look at me, I may not appear that tall to you). I have dark hair. Spiked (unless I have a bike helmet on than I look like I have a 3 part mohawk). There is just the right amount of silver sparkle in the front, but only on one side.
I always, stress always, wear my sunglasses when I am leaving work to investigate.
I go to the receptionist to tell her I am leaving the building. There are 2 coworkers in there talking. So I wait in the door way for them to complete their conversation. At the window in front of the receptionist stands a man. About 30 or so. He has a pretty smile. I look up and he is staring at me, with a smile, he crooks his finger and motions me to “come here”. I put my finger up to indicate “just a minute”. I did not recognize him and was frantically trying to recall if he was connected to one of my cases. I am pretty sure I would have remembered him.
He spoke up over the heads of my coworkers and said “your my kind of woman!”
Me? I indicate to him that I’m stupid by smiling.
He says, to me, “You”. He laughs and jauntily jumps back from the window.
More stupidly I chuckled. I said “thanks”. I followed it up with “I think”. Who knows what he thinks his kind of woman is like? He steps back to the window and says “I certainly mean that as a compliment”. Then he made some “hhhmmmm HMMMMM” sounds. I have no idea if I’m suppose to be angry or not. I choose not to be. I will go with stupid again flattered.
My coworkers who had been talking look at me and he and one says “what did he say to you?”
I told her. The other one just looked at me over her glasses.
I’m such a dork.
Yes. Don’t judge me. I was basking in the glow.
But I had to leave.
When I returned later there was another, younger man, at the entrance way to our building. He and a young woman were trying to get people to sign their petition. I asked him if it was about voting and he said yes. I tapped it and said I had signed it last week. He smiled and said thanks. I kept walking.
He shouts out “you look awesome, I love your hair!” I could be his mother. But of course I turn to glow like an idiot again.
The young woman with him looked up and decided to join in the flattery.
“Oh my God! I love it! Check out them spikes!”
What could I do?
I thanked them.
Then wondered all day if my hair is that awesome. I get conflicting messages. Some people seem to think I look like a porcupine. And after this picture of me carrying around a beautiful child on my shoulders at the zoo….
…..some thought it looked like a hedgehog.
Some people must really appreciate that look.
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(The real hedgehog picture courtesy of featurepics.com)
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