08-09-2015, 06:37 PM
Quote:Well, it’s happening again.
A non-White woman is making the moves on me.
I was taught that “discretion is the better part of valor,” and I don’t know how to gracefully extricate myself from the situation without looking politically incorrect to observers. You just never know the consequences of doing such a thing these days. Just look to what happened to Donald Trump: dumped by NBC, Univision, Macy’s, et al!
I don’t want the other party to go into “hell hath no fury” mode, and I certainly don’t want her to go into obsessive fan/stalker mode.
I once had a stalker. She was an older White woman who was, I’ll say, “over eager,” and who stalked me mostly with her luxury car. She initially told me that she was 72, then she told me that she was 68. I think that she was more like 82, but I don’t really know. She was not dangerous, generally pleasant, actually, but she was driving me crazy. If I were the type, I could have taken this woman for every penny she had. Boy, was she ever setting herself up for this. A certified letter to this married woman referring to the legal term of “stalking” pretty much solved things.
The first time a non-White woman made the moves on me, it was in my place of employment over 30 years ago. The person was actually a 17-year-old black girl who worked as a receptionist and switchboard operator. She was badgering and badgering me to go out with her. Finally, I looked her straight in the eye and asked her: “What would people say about the difference in [pregnant pause] OUR AGES?!?
She busted out laughing.
The situation was rectified rather simply. She got canned for reasons unbeknownst to me.
More recently, another non-White woman was sweet on me, and rather persistent. Even though it certainly was not her place, she lashed out at me with a bitch-nag admonition to which I responded in a non-aggressive, non-offensive way. Nevertheless, she did not like my response, made a fist, and hauled off and slugged me hard in my upper arm. I thought that I had recovered from the impact fairly quickly, but now, roughly two years later, depending on how I move my arm, I am experiencing extreme pain at the very point of her impact. Anyway, I easily extricated myself from this situation by relocating 800 miles away.
So now, I am burdened with another smitten female fan, again, a non-White one. I don’t want to create an awkward situation, but I am already in one, and I really don’t know what to do.