I’m furious…
So I told a friend, who’s like a father figure to me that I was going to travel next year…. alone. I’d take Ryan on a few trips, but for the most part go alone. He freaked out! He kept quizzing me about what I would do if a guy approached me and what I would do in certain situations.
I got a little annoyed. At first I just blew it off, but then once he sensed that I didn’t think it was a big deal he became more persistent. *sigh*
“You going alone?” He asks concerned.
“Ya! I’m soooo excited! It’s going to be such an adrenaline rush. Just me. Trying to figure out what to do, where to go. I’m so pumped!” I gushed.
“That’s not a good idea.” He says frowning.
“Why not? There’s nothing wrong with me going alone.”
“Well, what if some really good looking guy comes up to you and you all of a sudden are in a compromising position? I think you should take Ryan.” He cautions me.
“WHAT!?! If I saw a hot guy I’d smile and look, but I wouldn’t touch! I’ve already made up my mind as to what I would do in that kind of situation and I’m not interested in cheating. I’m going to go have fun, explore, see the world, discover something new, learn something and just be free!” I insisted.
“It’s just not a good idea. Why don’t you want to go with Ryan?” He persists.
“I am, on some of my trips… but I like being just me. I’m constantly surrounded by people, I just want one trip where it’s just me, besides Ryan drives me crazy. I hate traveling with him. We usually always end up fighting and I’m furious at him the entire time. He’s so dang slow. It drives me crazy.”
“Well, I still think you should go with him. He will keep you out of trouble.” He says.
“TROUBLE?!? What trouble? I’m not going to get in trouble. I’ve made my decision about sleeping around and I’m not going to… that’s not me. It’s not what I want. I DON’T want that!” I’m getting annoyed and flustered at this point.
“I really don’t see the big deal.” I grumble.
“Well, if you looked like a Hutterite then I wouldn’t have a problem with you going on your own.” He says trying to prove his point.
“What?!?” I’m totally puzzled by his statement.
“Well, if you dressed like a Hutterite and looked like a Hutterite I wouldn’t have a problem with you going.” He repeats himself. One look at his face and he’s actually serious.
I just laugh…. I really don’t see what people see in me. I don’t think I’m attractive and it puzzles me when people think I am.
“You don’t have to worry about that. I don’t think anyone would even take a second look at me. Sheesh.” I just shake my head at his absurd comment. How ridiculous.
At this point he keeps insisting that I not travel alone and that I need to dress like a Hutterite more. He is blocking my way, his face full of concern.
Finally I just tell him what he wants to hear. Yes I’ll take Ryan and yes I’ll run over to the SallyAnn and pick up some homely, baggy clothes to wear. *sigh* I flash him a grin and reassure him that I’ll be fine.
After staring at me for a few moments he finally says sighing, “I’ve just seen it happen too many times. Just be careful.”
“Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.” I say playfully.
He then has to go attend to another patient, so thankfully I am able to leave. Geez… thank goodness I didn’t tell him about going to Egypt with Dave. He would have never let me get out of the dental chair. Sheesh.
I don’t see what the big deal is. Of course I’m going to be safe, it’s not like I’m going to go up to some hot guy and ask him to bed me just because I’m on holidays. Holy hell. That’s just ridiculous.
Also, what is he trying to say about me? I’m really upset that he would think I would just hop in the sac with some guy. I’ve got more morals than that and I’m insulted that he would suggest something like that. I’m not a freakn’ ho. So now I’m just upset by the whole conversation and insinuation. I’m sure he was concerned about my well being, but I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself.