A couple days ago I was out with Michelle chilling. Enjoying things. A table of dudes happened to sit at the table next to us which was pulled to our table because of the previous party. One dude of the bunch is clearly trying to talk to me, trying to get in somehow. I'm not feeling him, not trying to start anything. (I really don't like small talk.) But I'm cordial. I answer questions. I smile. All that crap. Then dude says, "Is that an iPhone 4? Can I see it?" Of course my answer is, "Yes. And absolutely not; I don't know you," and all of a sudden, I'm "mean" and his friends are telling him that he's "wasted enough of his pride" on me.
Um… At what point did I become obligated to carry on a conversation with someone despite ALREADY conversing with the person with whom I'm dining? Why do I have to engage a man simply because he's interested? And who decides what's "mean?"
It's been my opinion for a long time that "nice" is a bad word. Calling someone "nice" seems dismissive to me. There are lots of true ways to assess someone. "Nice" is so bland. Ick… *shudders* So, do I care that complete strangers think I'm mean because I wasn't interested in their friend? Naw… But I do hate that because I'm a woman, I should be "glad" I get attention at all.
Simply put, fuck that.
Those dudes, dudes like them, women like them, people in general need to understand that I am not, nor is anyone else for that matter, obligated to be anything more than polite to another person. I don't have to give you my number because you ask for it. I don't have to feign interest because "at least you're talking to me." As long as I'm not making a scene or cussing you out, you should accept that I acknowledged you and I'm respectfully not interested. I am not, nor is anyone else, accountable to your ego.
So, from here on out, don't call me "nice." If being "nice" means that I have to ignore my company to make a dude look good in front of his friends, I don't want that shit associated with me. At all.
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