Elbows Guy III: The Reckoning

As I mentioned, Elbows Guy emailed me back after I’d told him his comment bugged me.

Here’s what I’d said, between other things we’d been discussing, one of which was a second date:
“You tell me if you end up free Tuesday, and I’ll tell you if my ashen elbows and I can join you. Sound good? (Can you tell I took that far too seriously and now wonder if you’re a. Mean, or b. Will think/say things about the rest of my body if ever you see it?) :)”

His response, also among other topics:
“You definitely are reading too much into the elbows thing. It was just a simple observation since your skin is really soft and your elbows were a little rougher (I suspect from resting them on your desk while in hardcore writing mode). It’s the little details like that which I find fascinating in people, especially women, since they usually have a story to tell.

“Your (a) vs (b) question is actually the same question – ‘is this guy a judgey asshat who’s going to make fun of me and my quirks in order to make up for his own insecurities and fragile ego?’ And the answer to that is no. I have a very thick skin and will occasionally say something without thinking how someone not similarly thick-skinned will take it, but I’m not a judgey asshat. I have a sneaking suspicion that was not the case with one or more of the guys you have recently dated.”

Ahem…

1. I pay a nice lady to be my therapist. I don’t need you and your degree from the Lifetime Movie School of Emotional Trauma.

2. I HAVE projected from previous men I’ve known, but I’m usually self-aware enough to recognize it. (Like when you called me “Miss” the other day and my brain spasmed because that’s what That Guy called all the faceless, interchangeable women in his harem — THAT was projecting. I knew it, and I shut it down.)

3. I don’t lean on my desk while I’m writing. My elbows are just shitty. (And way to double down on telling me so.)

4. “I’m not a judgey asshat, but I’m gonna point out your faulty sentence construction.” (I know he’s right. Shut up.)

Sometimes my brain goes all River-Tam-batshit-banana-pants-at-the-end-of-Serenity swinging weapons around in a circle to fight off whoever comes near her. Whenever I’ve stuck that feeling out because, “I might be overreacting,” I really can’t remember a time my brain was wrong.

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5 thoughts on “Elbows Guy III: The Reckoning

  1. *headdesk*
    He gets that he said something problematic, but he’s too dense to back out with ‘sometimes I engage my mouth before my brain, especially when the blood is starting to meander to other parts’. And he seems to completely miss that this might be something to handwave away on date x, where x >1, but this is x=1.

  2. Ugh. So, Mr.Totally Not a Judgy Asshat (Mr.TNAJA), when you could have simply apologized with a “you’re right, it was a weird thing for me to say and I am sorry I said it” you chose to go with option B-for-bastard: defend, minimize, negate.

    Because that IS a weird thing to say, and you are not “overreacting,” you are reacting to a weird thing he said.

    • THANK YOU.

      And yeah, honestly, if he’d just said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you, you’re super cute,” he’d have all of my bass at this point, and possibly also some treble.

      But with the attitude and condescension in that response…no.

      (One more I think you’ll appreciate: he went to pay for my drink and asked, “Is that OK, or are you, like, super liberated?” Yeahhh, no. Just because.)

      • “Super liberated?” As opposed to only partially rejecting the patriarchy? How much liberation is acceptable? Please tell me, gallant gentleman, for a lady cannot think for herself.

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