At my local neighborhood gas station two weeks ago I encountered the opportunity to test my theory on directness- that people respond well to it and we don't use it enough. Mind you, this is in no way a substitute for tact, something else we do not seem to use enough of.
Now, this particular gas station is not really the best location to test out my sociological theories, as I did see a car get jacked not 15 feet from me last time I was there... However, I take my opportunities where I can get them.
So, while standing in line I realize that the man next to me is leering at me. And then proceeds to hit on me. It goes something like this,
Him- Hey, so how you doin'?
Me- I'm doing just fine, Sir.
At which point I turn away, clearly not interested in him and develop an interest in the maps nearby.
Him- So, um (more ogling, this time of the up and down variety), what's ur name?
Me- Excuse me?
As in, "Oh, you are still talking to me? Why?"
Him- What? What? You scared of me? Scared of me asking your name?
Now usually I would have just given a fake name. I have one, ready to use in situations just like this one. But I got to thinking. I shouldn't have to. I should not have to spend my time and energy coming up with a fake name in order to make myself feel more comfortable and to deceive this man. And it fits my theory: Directness is better. Just say what you mean and mean what you say. So I took a chance to test this.
Me- Oh, no. I am not scared. I am just not interested.
Him- Oh. Oh. That's cool. That's cool. You know, it happens.
Yep. Every once in a while it does happen. Thank you, sir.
