Kindness is Creepy

I think it's a northeastern thing. Actually I'm sure it is, since it's one of OleMiss's biggest complaints about the north. Women do not know how to appreciate kindness.

I didn't think I was one of them, and I vehemently denied and argued against OleMiss.

Unfortunately I am...

I work at the local gym once in a while, and there is one older gentleman who always takes a couple extra seconds when checking in to wish me a good morning, tell me it's great to see me again and thank me for telling him to have a good work-out.

The extra seconds he hangs around, my guard shoots up. After he left to go work out, I couldn't believe I had felt that way. I almost wanted to yell at him, and for what?? For being a genuinely nice guy.

I started to wonder about why I felt that way, and I guess it's because I'm just expecting that every man is hitting on me. Every man wants to get in my pants. Every man is undressing me with his eyes. I shouldn't trust guys, especially older ones. They're creepy.

Then I felt horrible... I never thought of myself as your average Boston bitch, but I guess I am afterall.