Last weekend I went the liquor store for some wine and came home with the report.
“Yeah there was this guy in there and he made all these remarks about my skirt. He liked my skirt, the color of it. It was strange he was all over the thing. Man, look at that green. I’ve never seen a skirt like that.”
“I bet,” the soldier said.
But the skirt is unusual. It’s a very bright green and few would try to wear it. You’ve got to have an attitude.
“Yeah, he was falling down. And then he said, not that I pay attention to women’s fashion. It’s like he was embarrassed to have noticed and commented in my skirt.”
“So he worked there, see. So I asked him where the Greek wine was…”
The soldier interrupted, “And he said, so this is what kind of exotic bitch this is.”
“Bitch? Exotic bitch?” I asked sort of one half flabbergasted. “Is that what he thought?”
I was going to inquire if he might be trying to make the guy look bad but realized he was probably right. “That’s how men think?”
“Women don’t think like that. They don’t think, oh that’s this kind of exotic bastard.”
“But from now on, I’m going to start.”