Verbal Diarrhea Diaries: You’re Not

I am sitting on the train, minding my business, reading a book when I notice a hand waving slowly to get my attention. I look up at the smiling woman standing before me.

“Hi!”
“Good morning.” I return the smile.
“I just wanted to say I love your outfit. It looks really nice on you.”

Before I could finish saying “Why thank you!” we hear someone just off to the side.

“You would look better if you had on heels and not sneakers.”This comes from a guy standing beside her.

“Who the hell asked you?” The woman glares at him.

“I was just paying her a compliment.”

“No you were not.” I shake my head, bookmarking my spot. Not that there is ever a good time for such nonsense, but it’s early in the morning and I haven’t had coffee yet! It’s a bit not good.

I love your outfit is a compliment. And thank you again by the way.” I smile again at the woman, then turned back to him and continued. “You would look better if you had on heels is a completely unasked for critique designed to shame me into dressing the way YOU feel I should look for your acceptance and viewing pleasure. Neither of which I consented to. I guarantee you that when I made my clothing choices this morning my prevalent thought was not oooh let me put on some stilettos so I can be the objectified personification for some guy’s possible shoe fetish ideal of how I should look.”

Because I whisper like a fog horn, my voice carries. A few snickers verifies this, but obstinate, he presses his point, “Still, you have to admit it would look better.”

And now I’m annoyed.

“Even if I agreed with you, which I do not, do you expect me to run home and change just for you? Are you my…? Actually, wait…” I make a show of lifting my sunglasses as I look him up and down carefully assess him. “No, I’m right, you’re not.” I shake my head, having made my decision.

I let my shades fall back into place as I return to reading my book, mentally dismissing him.

“I’m not?” he asks, understandably confused,  “I’m not what?”

The man sitting beside me face palms and shakes his head. The woman who complimented me is snickering lightly, both having gathered the point which has clearly sailed over the wannabe Project Runway‘s fashion guru Tim Gunn’s head. 

“I took off my sunglasses to be sure,  but I  was correct in my initial assessment.” I explained with the exaggerated patience one reserves for speaking to a misbehaving child in which they are in no position to discipline. “You’re not my physician. You’re not my children. You’re not my best friend. You’re not a deity. You’re not any of my lovers.” His eyebrows rise at lovers, but I ignore him. “Not that it would necessarily change my opinions in regards to my wardrobe choices, but when it comes to the very select few whose opinions I would at least take into consideration, you’re not one of them. So sod off! But since we’re putting in opinions where not asked, let alone wanted here’s mine: you looked so much better with your mouth shut, can you go back to that look?”

I stare at him waiting for a retort. After a moment of annoyed silence from him, I don my best Billy Crystal impersonation:

“You look, MARH-velous dahling!”

I guess the next station was his stop, at least that is where he got off. It as better than my telling him where he could get off. 
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7 thoughts on “Verbal Diarrhea Diaries: You’re Not

  1. I think that in this day of technology people are so use to giving unsolicited comments on what people post that it carries over into real time where they just spout whatever in on their mind. Then they have the nerve to get insulted if they are called on it. It goes back to the old saying, “If you have nothing nice to say then say nothing”, to which I might add “unless you want a verbal battle that I know you will lose.”

  2. Wow. I read in disbelief as I couldn’t imagine this actually taking place. I am sorry that he felt compelled to share his opinion so distastefully and hope that it didn’t mar what would have otherwise been a marvelous moment of genuine flattering by the lady.
    I think among the interesting things is that you noted he was “confused.” This is indicative of a lack of understanding that runs rampant among our societies. I’ve concluded at times, that kindness and thoughtfulness have to be explicitly taught. I’m inclined to believe that it seldom happens intuitively. And if it does, not for enough.
    Hats off to you for standing up for yourself and what you believe. Perhaps he’ll process it later and not make a similar mistake again! May your future commentaries be far less intrusive and much more rewarding.
    With Warmest Regards,
    ~Carla Michelle

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