Oh the times, the times!
I work in a 25 story building with God knows how many other thousand people. One of these people, who I’m only aware of because we tend to get here and leave about the same time each day, is a very attractive woman. She never fails to be very becomingly dressed, she presents herself with a great deal of confidence, in short the woman just looks like she has her stuff together and is on the top of her game.
This morning, as we waited for the elevator, I turned to her and tried to pay her a compliment. This is an exact quote of my words to her: “Hi. My name is Lee Tyson and I work up on 17. I hope you don’t think this is too forward, but I’ve noticed you coming into and leaving the building and you always look so nice. You are a very attractive woman.” There wasn’t the hint of anything sexual or lewd in my comments. I didn’t stare at her breasts (which, I have noticed, are worth a good, long, hard look), I didn’t drool on my tie, I didn’t have an erection tenting my suit trousers. Nothing at all was going on here except that I wanted to know that I appreciated how she looked.
She gave me an icy stare that froze the blood in my veins, took a step back from me as if I had a sign on my forehead that said “Beware! I have plague, leprosy, and very bad breath!,” and said in a hiss “If you ever come near me again I’ll have you arrested for stalking me. How dare you speak to me like that.”
Did I do something terribly wrong? Can’t a man pay a woman a compliment anymore? If someone was to say that to me I might be taken aback by their apparent blindness, but I’d also have the graciousness to say “Thank you. I appreciate the compliment.”