April has got to be the most productive month in recent memory. The month is barely half way over, and this is already my 5th post. Not that too many people are reading them anyway. When I wrote about my “outdoor adventure” with my friend Randy earlier this week, I didn’t mention two curious observations. But here they are:
- Both Randy and I noticed that when other women walked past me, they often stared at my shoes. Initially I thought may be it was because that’s just what women do, checking out other women’s shoes. Then I remember that this rarely happens to me. In fact, it has never happened to me before Monday. Then I suggested to Randy that perhaps it was because they read me when they see the shape of my legs. Nonsense, he said, they can’t possibly read you, especially from this distance and this light. Wishful thinking perhaps, but not improbable. Then we pondered the idea that it was because my the soles of my shoes are leather, and when I walked, they made a very distinct sound that only expensive shoes make, so perhaps the women are curious about what shoes I was wearing. We left the discussion at that.
- The second observation was one that Randy made: I never let anyone open doors for me. He kept trying, but I kept stepping in front of him to open the door myself. I realize that he was absolutely right on with that observation. Men—complete strangers—are always trying to open doors for me, and I never let them. In some ways, I am thrilled knowing that men want to treat me like a delicate woman that deserves to be pampered. On the other hand, I am not a delicate woman that needs to be pampered. I can take care of myself, and I’ll naturally do just that.
I’m eager to hear about other people’s experience with opening doors for women. Let me know your thoughts! Lastly, here’s another picture from Monday. My legs don’t look too masculine, do they?
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