Two Girls Go To A Diner

Every Saturday morning KC and I work out and then go get breakfast. Every week we go to the same place, order the same food from the same waitress...you get the drift. It's our way to wrap up the week, talk about what's on our minds and do some female bonding.

This week our blissful ritual was interrupted by, how do I say it? Men! Two burly, redneck men who are not regulars at this particular establishment. They walked in the door and stood next to our table staring. Since I am possessive of this time with KC I robustly ignored said rednecks.

"You sure look pretty," one of them said.

I made no eye contact and pretended these plaid-wearing-no-manners-belt-buckles-as-big-as-my-head gentleman would kindly find their booth.

"Your eyes are beautiful," the other proclaimed.

He was looking at KC who blushed and said, "Thanks.".

Thanks?!! Did I have to explain to KC how to blow off these guys? Did I have to let her know that women fought for the right to be respected, hold down jobs and not be ogled in public.

They eventually found their way to the booth. My back was to them but KC's wasn't.

"Your lips are pretty too," the first one said.

"Thanks," KC acknowledges AGAIN.

We continue gabbing because I am so not giving these guys one second of my attention. Hitting on women in a diner is so....so....desperate. Really! What did they think they were accomplishing?.

This brings me to the pic above. This is how I looked after the workout. (I can't speak for KC because she always looks pulled together) Even my cat doesn't find this appealing. Maybe I should have been flattered, but in my mind I looked like Patty with the leg stubble. Besides, I don't find this type of male behavior inspiring. It was really creepy.

Hubby was no help. When I complained to him about this (still a fetching sight in my post workout attire) and he couldn't understand why I didn't take the whole thing as a compliment.

"Oh, they were harmless," he said. "Why do some women get all offended when men say those things?".

I sputtered and then fell silent. I don't know why this bugged me. KC reacted with grace. I got mad.

Just call me Patty (and/or Selma).