I have been dating a mother of 4. things are complicated and new, but there are some interesting and entertaining behaviors i am learning about. I sometimes recognize that she speaks to me as if she has to employe a lesson on 5 year old in order to get a point across. In my opinion she does it in a very juvenile style, but I do have to understand the social order and why she does it. Every time I identify this tactic, I try to stop it, but I sense she knows no different, so I smirk inside and learn to deal with it.
But this was a slightly different scenario this go around. We decided to drive into work due to a scheduled meeting, which she was late too. We parked and walked to the entrance of the Federal building. I was going to enter, but due to badging requirements to enter, she couldn't wait for me and had to rush to her meeting. I am not a big PDA person especially in the entrance of a professional work environment with Security and and other ViPs entering, but she goes for the full French goodbye kiss that I indulge with a shallow approach, but as she goes for it, i sort of end up pulling away from! She finds this annoying, which I can understand, because being rejected on any level is not something a lover wants especially in public in front others.
Her retaliation which was the point of this story and the icing on the cake, was Interesting, funny, and humiliating. In public, in a professional environment, she reaches out, like a mother, and pinches my ear, twists it as if I need to bow to my 3rd grade knees, and announces a verbal frustration grunting noise for everyone to hear. All I could do like a child, was to quickly survey the scene and determine who had witnessed this act. My initial assessment determined no obvious witnesses, so I finished her off with a goodbye hug and sent her on her way. As I made my way through the strict security process, there was one female security guard that was from Russia that had do extra security on me due to my watch setting off the metal detector asked me to spread my legs and arms with intention of wanding me down, asked and in front of her male counterparts, "How's your ear young man?"
At that point I knew female empowerment and male emasculation had crossed paths and my ego had been humiliated. I bounced back quickly and I did let her know, but for the rest of the day my inner punished child lingered on, a very reminiscent feeling of my youth had returned.
