This is just too luscious to not answer--I have to bite.Getting to old for this. Does anybody have crazy stories like this?
I used to wear long skirts and my hair up, even though part of my purchasing position took me into the warehouse. I have no trouble working in a skirt. Well, one of the managers there would cat-whistle at me when he thought no one else was around. So, one day I bee-lined myself on over to his desk and said, "does your wife know you've cat-whistling at me? Would you like her to know? I can tell her for you." Ahh, needless to say, the whistling stopped.
Some years later, I had a really good working relationship with another man and we enjoyed talking about topics related to our work. Well, he hit a rough spot in his marriage and started seeing a counselor. He came in one day and, hat-in-hand metaphorically speaking, announced that his counselor told him he had to confess to me that he loved me. I surprised even myself--I said, "I know." And that was that. I never talked to him again, and he never spoke to me again. I think I wished him well on my last day at work.
But the real kicker came one day while I was minding my desk at work. I don't know if you've ever been in an accounting office, but it can be full of people and it can be so quiet that you can hear a pin drop. Well, Romeo walks in (and we also had a good working relationship up to this point) and he starts talking all of this nonsense to me. I just let him vent--clearly he needed to get this off his chest--and something like a half hour to forty-five minutes later, after telling me how the sun, moon, and stars revolved around me and even proposed something (he was as married as I was!) until he, too, finally left. Those following few minutes, nobody in the office stirred. Finally, my boss stood up, leaned over the cubical wall, and asked if everything were ok. Nicest thing he ever did. Everything was ok with me, I said, but I think Romeo's got some issues to work out! That did it. Everybody had something to say after that! I think HR stepped in because I never saw Romeo in person again.
I was asked to go on a date over the phone by a business owner once--a vendor I had to do business with--for having such a nice phone personality. After the second or third call with my saying no, when he pressed again I answered, "I'm married," and hung up on him. Only vendor I've ever hung up on. He didn't call back.
I may have a couple more sad stories along these lines, but this is enough. I don't know about you but I think, at least in my case, it's because I listen to people and give them room to be themselves. I think a lot of guys are missing that in their lives. It's not meant to be misleading; it's how I listen to everyone.
I haven't encountered the irate wife syndrome--happy to have avoided it. I'm not sure how I'd respond. I would avoid all further contact with that mechanic, though--which is needless to say, I'm sure you are already doing that.
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