Young, But Not Stupid.
SomeoneLikeYou Tuesday, July 3, 2012
White Pants (for sale!): Old Navy.
Gold T-Strap Bow Heels: Plato's Closet.
Straw Fedora, Clutch: Thrifted.
Gold Bangles: Forever21.
I think sometimes people think I'm stupid because I'm young. that I can't see their true intentions, their thoughts they have. I may be young. I may be naive. But I am certainty not stupid.
I have been getting googly eyes from one of the cooks at Cheddar's for a few weeks now. I'd catch him out of the corner of my eye staring at me, giving quick glances my way. He is young, early twenties, sparkling eyes, with a tattoo or two on his arm and a bit of a beard. He makes the crescents and I always see him when I wrap silverware in the kitchen (which is more than often). Every time he brings them up to the front, he tells me' right behind you hun,' in a soft voice. The other day on his break, he came up to me and said, 'how are you doing, Lauren?' I was shocked, he had never talked to me before and I had no idea that he knew my name. I managed to mutter out a fine.
I think my awkwardness and flushed face that I always get when talking to people (because I am a hopeless social failure) he mistaked for a crush. This promoted him in his boldness only further. Every time he walked past me, he gave my shoulder a rub, my back, would touch me gently. I would always flush in embarrassment, which again he probably mistaked for happiness. I have a terrible habit of telling people to stop doing something I don't like, so I just let him continue, feeling as though no harm could be done.
On one occasion, he came by me, stopped and told me, 'ya look good.' At first I didn't understand him. I heard him, but didn't understand. I clumsily asked him, 'w-w-what?' and he repeated it again. Embarrassed, I rushed out of the kitchen and to the host stand.
I didn't understand why this guy was doing this to me. What would prompt him, this rough and tough guy to pick me, a girl who wears bows in her hair and blushes at the slightest word someone says to her. He obviously could tell I'm young, too young for him. For some reason, I got a super creepy vibe from him. I just couldn't put my finger on what it was. Most guys wouldn't be so forward, so 'touchy feely' so quickly. Curious to find out something, I asked the other hostesses if it was just me who felt that something wasn't right with him.
All of the hostessed almost shouted at me in unison that I should stay away from him. That he is notoriously creepy, that he's always hitting on the new girls, and always getting them to sleep with him, and then...not talking to them acting like he never knew them.
I was furious, red with anger and humiliation. That I let him just treat me like I was some prize he could win. That he thought that he could get me in bed like all of the other previous girls. That I was young, new, easy, and stupid.
I don't usually tell people off. I hold my tongue, feeling as though it's easier to just let the other person win and not start anything. I'm not letting this go though. I'm not going to let him think he can just use a girl for sex and then not care. It's not right, and no girl should be treated like that. Maybe it's pride. Maybe it's embarrassment. Maybe it's anger. Tomorrow when I go into work I'm going to give him a piece of my mind.
I may be young, but I'm not stupid.
With much love, Lauren.