I need to get something off my chest.
There’s this man I “know” – well, I don’t KNOW him as such, we will brush past each other once a month or so in a social environment, exchange pleasantries and go on our way. My perception of him has always been that he is respectable guy, perhaps a little arrogant, but OK, that comes with having money and being somewhere in your 60’s, I guess.
A couple of days ago, he joined our table and small talk was made. Out of nowhere he pipes up “Can I ask you something – you are Afrikaans, right?”. What came next was not at all what I expected!
“Why are all you Afrikaans girls so stuck up?”
He could clearly see that I was quite baffled by his question. In my mind, I thought it was my Resting Bitch Face Syndrome that threw him, but turns out I was wrong. He continued…
“Let me explain. You Afrikaans girls are always keen on doing something and then, out of nowhere, when you find out I am married, you suddenly want to know nothing of it! Why is that? There is this girl that’s fallen on hard times and I’ve undertaken to give her a good time, spoil her and treat her and give her all the bells and whistles for December. Then, when she heard I was married, she backed of and wanted nothing to do with me! Why?! My wife and I have a perfectly good understanding where I do my thing and she does hers and if one thing leads to another, well, we are OK with that. Why would you give up on such an opportunity?”
Are you serious!!!
Does he honestly think he is God’s gift to women and they should all just fall over like good little puppies at the snap of his fingers and happily jump up and down whenever he tosses a coin in your direction? Those who know me will tell you in no uncertain terms that I am THE worst person to ask that sort of question to. As he spoke, tiny little volcanoes erupted inside of me and turned into an inferno that could not be stopped. I had a whole speech that boiled up inside of me, but the poor man only made it past the first two sentences before he decided to get his ass over to another table without even saying goodbye. How rude.
The disappointment…. I suppose my truth was just too much for him to handle. Needless to say, I have lost all respect for him and probably won’t ever grace him with my “hello” again.
His “good Samaritan” point of view is no different from the people who blames a girl for getting raped because of what she wore. It sickens me to know that there are people out there who have no qualm with using their financial worth to extort people in need to feed their own perverted needs. I’m not naive, I know it happens, but for someone to so blatantly ask the question and really not see any issue with what they are doing? Does he honestly expect girls to just fall over and prostitute themselves when he throws money in their face. Any why narrow it down to Afrikaans girls?
FYI mister, having fallen on hard times does not make girls desperate enough to dispose of moral values and it is not restricted to a certain group. Most girls will tell you to …. right off.
I am really disappointed that he walked away without giving me the opportunity to give him the full wrath of what was (and apparently still is) going on inside of me.
It is men like this that contributes to the decay of society. With role models like that, what does our young men have to look up to? We have lost all sense of moral and what is right and wrong. Sociopath comes to mind…