So I have this theory that may seem a wee bit crazy, but stay with me. I have this theory that a person who accuses someone of sexual harassment is usually (and yes that's a gross generalization) not solely "disgusted" by their actions, but moreso, the accuser is not attracted to or could never envision themselves getting physical with the person doing the harassing.
This is not to say that if the harassment happened that person shouldn’t complain. Or that they weren’t in fact harassed. But…Let’s just say that Danny Devito told you to bend over and show him what you were working with. A definite eww right? But let’s say Idris Elba [or enter who you think is sexy as fcuk here] donned in a flyy suit and speaking in his British accent told you to bend over and show him what you were working with. Well. You just might pause for a minute. Think it over. Swoon. Laugh it off and be like, “you so crazy.” And you still might report his ass to HR. But I bet you women would be calling you all type of names. And wouldn’t believe for a minute that you turned him down. I mean we all remember the Isiah Thomas case, right? Right. And what was said about her looks. Meanwhile he ain’t even that fine.
So the point of all this. And there is a point. Kinda. Is that perception is a motha. I recently went out on a date. The guy was cool. But there was no real spark. Our conversation fell flat. I mean if y’all think I’m on joke time here, imagine what I’m like in real life! A barrel of laughs I tell you. So you know I kind of need the same. Yes, men, it's true that women want someone who will make us laugh. So yeah our convo just wasn't working. And while I was being nice and engaging, in the back of my mind – I was like oh when will this be over? But him. He was enthralled by me. He was planning our next dates. Yes, that’s plural. And when I mentioned to him that I had been to see a Broadway show recently. He was like, “yes we can go to New York together to see a show.” Say whaat? Dude you crazy. I don’t even know you.
And then I had a flashback. To a guy I was dating last year who I was totally feeling. Had me sprung. Head over feets. Our conversation was easy, breezy, beautiful Cover girl. He made me laugh! He got my sense of humor. We had a good rapport. So when he said, “we should go to New York to…” I was totally on board! Hellz yeah! We totally must! When we going? Tonight? I got a bag packed! And I got some leave. Let's roll!
Yeah perception.is.a.motha. For realz. Cause how you see things can and will determine your response to sit'chuations. How you treat a person. How you approach life. If that's a half full or half empty glass you're drinking from. Perception will have one person thinking they're on the best date ever. While the other person is planning their outfits in their head for the next week. Will have you thinking the man you had the best dates with was being honest and not at all spitting "game." And so when you hold him up for comparison, this guy you aren't clicking with is soo daggone lame. Will have you wondering if perception is reality. Or if reality is perception. And then thinking that maybe, just maybe, life is when the two are blurred together and it's up to you to start to see things clearly so you can understand it all.
That’s my time y’all! Happy Rum Punch Friday!
