I know this sounds paranoid. But I'd rather be safe than sorry.
That's understandable, even if it is taken to extremes sometimes.
However, what has happened is that the collective reputations of men have been ruined by obsessive focus on supposed "harassment." The constant talk about this is leftist and politically correct in origin.
Few women are in serious danger, you'd suppose they were under siege by the way they talk.
This idea of women that they are mortally aggrieved when men look at them seems like a symptom of hysteria given the way they carry themselves today.
Here's an older, comical look at this matter. People in the past at least didn't act like they lived in a marxist society when discussing these matters:
Search keywords oldandsold "liberties men take"
Thank you for that website......!
Painfully true, really.
We hear a great deal about a man's love of opposition in affairs of the heart. It is true he loves to have a woman say no, and enjoys compelling her to change it to yes. But he never attempts it unless he sees "yes" hidden back under her eyelids.
This is not Christian.
Laura were you really asking for his gift and attention when that creep gave you lingerie? Giving him that "hidden" look of yes when you told him you were not interested? Just teasing him with No while really meaning Yes?
There are women who tease men they are not married to, that doesn't mean all advances are solicited. Yes there are many cries of he is a creep after she did a lot to get attention, and it's a major problem in this culture, but it's unjust to say men don't try things without being led on or or they are reading non-verbal language that is inviting.
I was not at all telling that guy "yes" with my eyes. I was friendly with him and probably overly talkative (as I am with every customer--old, young, ugly, pretty, infant, mentally challenged). Unfortunately...I just TALK. A lot. I basically "have a life" for three weeks a year....and I'm not saying I live it up or anything....hahahaha I work at the bakery from 4:30 a.m. till 7:30 p.m. every day for that week...but it is the sheer amount of people I see that is overwhelming, that makes me elated and friendly. I know people will disagree with me (say that I should be just as happy at home taking care of my nieces and nephews.....but they don't know what my town is like!). I love being here, but that doesn't change that I sometimes crave to leave the house...to take a walk somewhere beside my road or get an icecream =). I have no car so it's difficult. When I became catholic, I literally stopped talking to all my friends.....not one of them cared for my soul. God gave me the strength to cut them out from my life and it was a miracle, really.
When I go to the bazaar, if the guys tell me that I am pretty or if they compliment me in some way, I cannot help it...I am a very weak girl....of course I am going to smile and thank them and enjoy it, because I NEVER get that. I don't know how to not like those compliments. When I read Story of a Soul, I was so sad because St. Therese actually hated being complimented...as she knew it would give her pride. I want to be a saint so bad, and yet I am inclined to evil thoughts and deeds....I have, nearly, to change my entire disposition if I want to please Our Lord.
Sometimes i think the only way I can do this is to stop working at the bazaar altogether, which would leave me home to work on myself...getting to heaven. One thing that gets me down, though, is the assumption that if a girl is getting attention, then she is 'dressing' to get attention. Actually, I suppose that is true.....because I find, from my own experience, that dressing modestly (long skirt/dress, non-revealing/long sleeved top, and apron if working) draws faaaar more attention than dressing in shorts and a t-shirt (as the other girls working do).
The reason why I enjoyed (or agreed with, rather) the website that the person posted...is because a lot of it is Truth. I know, because I feel like that girl sometimes. It is my demeanor that gives the men at the bazaar the courage to do/say the things they do. If I learned to hold my tongue, and not be so excited at idle chatter....then I'm sure that things would be different, because they would feel coldness from me rather than childish excitement at the thought of talking (which I am very prone to). The lingerie man, though, has actual demons in him...I know, because of other things he said and did. I did not yell at him (that's not like me)...because I feel uncomfortable yelling at a man who is older than my dad. I said no and he persisted. It's not like I feel violated or anything close. He was more annoying than anything....because he would always hold up the line!
God Bless