I’ve gotta find me a secluded monastary somewhere there are no women around. Or, a different job.
I would consider the situation rather amusing if it weren’t for the fact that I was involved. I am white and 44 years old. There is a black woman who also works there almost half my age. We are merely platonically friends. Nothing more.
Both of us are very overweight. I happened to need to get past here in a narrow walkway where she was standing talking to a black co-worker. To let her know I had to get by, I lightly touched her on the shoulder blades, which she immediately recognized as a non-verbal signal I had to get past. Her only reaction was to move a little bit forward, so I could slide on past. Which I did.
The black guy she was talking to, just after I had moved past her, first looked at me odd, and then her oddly. He then asked her suspiciously “is there anything going between the 2 of you?” She just laughed, and said no. At what point the black guy she was talking to, and another black guy who was a co-worker both were giving looks of the “yeah, right” variety.
There really wasn’t anything particularly suspicious about any of this. Only thing I can imagine that might seem odd is how casually I did this, and she just casually getting the message to move. Merely a simple form of non-verbal communication. I do know she has joked about liking white guys in the past. In fact a month ago a manager made a joke to her about the fact we did seem a bit too friendly, and she actually responded back to the effect “well, I do like white guys”. I know for a fact she has had white boyfriends. In the past I have had black girlfriends, but I have kept that fact quite secret at work. And if any of them think a light touch on the shoulder blades is somehow “erotically suggestive”, then they need a better sex life.
Well, there is one other thing suspicious, just nobody at work knows. I have on my website 2 different versions of Janis Ian’s “Society’s Child” on my website. For those unaware of the song, search Google for the lyrics. However, I am quite sure nobody at work knows of my websites. I happen to have a number of Janis Ian MP3s on my website. Janis Ian is my all time favorite musical artist. (Janis Ian has mocked the RIAA about MP3 file sharing. http://www.janisian.com/articles.html) The further irony is that I happen to have found out, more or less by accident, the big boss there is a white woman who is married to a black guy. I found out one day when she showed up briefly at work with her kids. One of them asked me “where’s mommy”, and from looking at her I couldn’t imagine who at work at that moment could possibly be her mother? The big boss walked out, and the kid said “there’s mommy!” I asked around and figured out the score.
Come Monday, I guess I’ll have to tell this black woman co-worker to pretend to hate me, and me the same. Then nobody at work will suspect anything. We can always communicate by e-mail. I managed to get her old dinosaur Windows box working again, and because I do freelance security work for a regional ISP, I was easily able to get her a comped account with them. Sysadmins at ISPs are quite generous about such things when your job is fighting system crackers.
I’m just disappointed that such is still an issue in 2005.