She Ain’t No Sack of Taters, Dud…uh, I Mean “Dude”

by admin on July 8, 2009

I first met my former-friend, whom I will refer to as “G”, when I was a sophomore in high school. G was a strange guy, but extremely interesting to talk to, so he and I became fairly close. After a while, however, he began making strong indications that he wanted to be more than friends. I panicked and quickly shot him down. He took this well, and we stayed friends although we lost contact after my junior year.

Fast forward to senior year, and I get a call from G. He suggests going to Pizza Hut together, which strikes me as a good opportunity to catch up, so I agree.

The evening starts out promising enough – the food is good, and we have a really good conversation. But then G proceeds to commit a HUGE faux pas. At least in my eyes. What does he do, exactly? HE PICKS ME UP BRIDAL-STYLE AND CARRIES ME TO THE CAR. I was so shocked that I couldn’t even say anything. (I did wiggle a tiny bit, however, which made the situation worse since I slid down somewhat and his hand ended up higher up on my leg then I would have liked.)

I guess it could have been a cute gesture – if we were boyfriend and girlfriend and had been dating for a while. But we weren’t, and this was supposed to be catch-up between friends, not a date!

Needless to say, the mood was completely ruined, and I was nervous the entire rest of the night and very happy to get home!  06-16-2009

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hyacinth July 11, 2009 at 1:47 am

I think you may be over-reacting on this one – you said yourself he was a strange guy. Perhaps he just felt like doing something a little silly.

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Laura July 13, 2009 at 2:51 am

I think this was presumptuous of him but I don’t think ‘wiggling a little’ is the best way to get your point across that you don’t appreciate the gesture. I can see that as coming across as playful rather than a clear statement that you’re uncomfortable with the situation.

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Cooler Becky February 24, 2010 at 7:03 am

I’m pretty short and the one thing I really hate is being picked up and carried by people without my permission! It’s happened a few times.

It freaks me out and I instinctively emit an ear-piercing scream when this happens. That usually gets their attention and makes them put me down.

It’s scary, when someone just does that without your permission. Especially if they’re a total stranger or someone you DON’T want having their hands on you.

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Gelfling April 27, 2010 at 5:33 pm

I’m not judging the poster too harshly. About a month ago, a friend pulled my hair from behind in a crowded bar, and i put him in a wrist-lock, thinking a stranger was assaulting me. I’m almost 40, and i’m not afraid to defend myself in those situations.

As a senior in HS, though? I had my hair pulled numerous times, by friends and strangers alike, in the halls and at school dances. Never once did i stand up for myself. It’s not the same as being actually physically assaulted, but it’s still an invasion of personal space. And at the age or 17 or 18, few people have realised that they have the right to protest in such circumstances. These things come with age and wisdom, and telling others of your experience and having them encourage you to respond appropriately in the future.

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