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I Don’t Want to Meet a Man Like This
Looking for love the second time around
I am in the grocery store and turn the corner of a narrow aisle. My shopping cart accidentally encounters another. We are temporarily startled having not seen the other one coming.
Out of courtesy, I pause and begin to step back.
But my cart pushing compadre doesn’t hesitate.
He blasts by me before I can retreat. I’m shocked and aggravated. I mean, as a human being I am compelled to be kind and polite.
How can a man not do the same, especially for a woman?
I know, maybe a little sexist of me, but most guys are a bit chivalrous around the opposite sex. If for no other reason, then they feel obligated to be or they were raised to be.
Now I’m full-blown talking to myself.
Out loud and under my breath.
“What an *sshole! What man does that? Totally in his own world. Almost as if he never saw me if that were even possible?!”
But then I digress farther.
“Thank God, I’m not super young and dating. No way in hell will I go anywhere near a guy who can’t see outside his own four walls. I wouldn’t touch a guy like that with a ten-foot pole. The arrogance, the indifference…
