Men Behaving Badly
No matter what you think, It's just not cool guys.
These days I try to let as little as possible needle me. That being said, there is one thing that really revs me off the clock. Men behaving badly.
Of course, bad behaviour of any sort, male or female, is unacceptable. But the kind of appalling manners I have in mind here is of a particular kind. Men hitting on my wife right in front of me.
As some of you know I am married to a lovely woman, who happens to be Japanese, and for all the right reasons. She just bowled me over with her personality, her kindness, her caring attitude, her love and affection. To top it all she is a barrel of laughs all day long. I could go on, but I think you get the picture. The only other thing I have to say is that our being together has got absolutely nothing to do with her being Japanese.
When I first started going out with her I was quite frankly struck dumb by the reaction of people I knew. In the following four cases each of the offenders where of different nationalities, so it was nothing to do with that thorny subject. However, it was everything to do with being a man.
In the first case, it was a guy I knew quite well who amazed me. When upon seeing me walking down the street holding hands with what was my girlfriend at the time, this fool immediately smiled whilst making a squinty-eyed gesture with his fingers across his eyes. The next day I pulled him up short about it and he denied all. I never spoke to him again.
In the second case, again somebody I thought I knew well, beckoned me over to him stood at a bar on the street.
“ I have a question.” He said, “I have a friend who is curious to know, how is it having sex with an oriental woman.”
“ Whaaaaat! Are you kidding me? You want me to discuss my intimacy with my wife with you at a bar in the street? Get out of here, you have a friend? Not any more you don’t……..”
Why on earth would anybody think so little of me to the point that I would do that? I guess it’s true that familiarity breeds contempt.
In the third case, I was sat passing a pleasant evening with my wife in a small back street flamenco bar when some guy came and sat at our table for two, totally ignoring me to coo to my wife, with as much charm and seduction as he could muster…..
“ Hello Cutie, and what’s your name?”
My wife was clearly uncomfortable with this highly unwelcome and inappropriate lewd approach. I could see her almost squirming in her seat.
I hate to come across as possessive, but I couldn’t help but respond as I leaned across the table …..
“ Errr, excuse me, her name is My Lovely Wife, and if it’s all the same to you we’d appreciate it if you’d take a hike.”
He looked at me in disgust, as if to ask what business it was of mine to interrupt him so when he was deluded enough to think that an easy conquest was there for the taking. Pity the poor young woman who turned up to meet him five minutes later.
In the fourth case it was an older guy who seemed to have become obsessed with my wife. At every opportunity he could he would quiz me about her, where was she from, how old was she, what was she doing here….?
One day he really pushed his luck by at first asking me when he could see her again. He then told me that when I was finished with her, like she was some sort of common prostitute I was using, could he have her next? Of course, I have never spoken to him again neither.
To any guys reading this, it is not cool to make racist gestures or ask a man about his sex life with his wife on presumed friendship. Neither is it cool to hit on another man’s wife right in front of him just because you firmly believe that you are god’s gift to women. You’re not. In fact, you are not god’s gift to anybody but your own mother, and I think even that is debatable. And if you really believe that you are going to get somewhere by inferring that my wife is nothing less than a slut to be passed around from pillar to post, oh boy, you have got a lot more problems than I could ever resolve with a highly deserved punch on the nose.
As my mother used to say, “such is life and all it’s phases, and then you die and go to blazes.”