A man I had just met asked me a very rude personal question about my body. I was actually on a date and suspect he was attempting to give me a comeuppance for not paying enough attention to his friend, my date, who at this point had disappeared from our table so many times I could not count them. My date witnessed all of this and didn't say a word. Though in his defense* I suspect those numerous trips to the bathroom left him unable to process what was happening around him.
It went like this:
Dude: <Rude and potentially embarrassing question about my body>
Hanna: Stares blankly at him
Dude: Repeats rude question
Hanna: Continues blank emotionless stare, perhaps small smirk appears
Dude: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Hanna: Well what is it you expect when you ask a question like that?
Dude: Sulks away into the distance
It was so full of win. I felt like I had transcended into the realm where I really grasped that there is no need to feel embarrassed or upset about someone else trying to humiliate you. I knew it was only a reflection of him and so I just sat observing him like he was wildlife and I a zoologist.
*Irony: I'm not a defender of drug abuse, which is what I suspect here. We won't be going out again.
