When you pass a woman in the hall or on the street, pay
attention to where she looks. It’s that simple really. She can do 1 of 3 things.
1.
She looks you in the face. While you may appreciate this (and you
should), it is unfortunately the least telling response. She might be a very genuine, friendly person
or she might be fake and insecure. I’ve
seen it both ways. Sorry, I can’t help you
with this one.
2.
She drops her head and stares at the
ground. This hints at someone who is shy
or socially awkward but she’s passed the test.
She may not feel comfortable exchanging pleasantries with you but it’s
nothing personal. She’s someone that is still
worth the trouble.
3.
She turns her head to the side or pretends to be
distracted with something she may be carrying.
Congratulations! You’ve spotted yourself
a stone-cold biotch. There is a very subtle difference between looking sideways and
looking down but the corresponding messages couldn’t be further apart. There is a certain air of superiority about
these women. They don’t want to
acknowledge your presence but they can’t look down either. That would be showing too much deference to
an inferior species. A casual sideways
cock of the head gives a seemingly neutral response but that’s what they’re
hoping you think. If they’re carrying
something, that just gives them a convenient excuse to avoid the confrontation. I guess it’s possible someone sent them a text message at that exact second. Probably as possible as the words on the
sheet of paper they’re carrying suddenly morphing into something more
interesting.
I should mention that I make it a point to look at everyone
I’m passing, especially at work since they are people I will see on a regular
basis. I can be a bit aloof myself at
times but I want to be available to return any acknowledgement of my
presence. I’m more than willing to shoot
a head nod someone’s way or offer the obligatory greeting. Per usual, I will wait for the other person
to engage. It’s like a game of chicken
that I always win. Either they make the
first move or I become invisible and pass right through. Fortunately, I’ve never had to stare down
someone only to be met with the same expressionless reaction. How weird would that be, right?
I had been giving this rule some thought lately and getting
some positive results. I wanted to do
some more field research first before sharing this with you, but fate gave me a
nudge today. At work I saw someone approaching
me down the hallway at a distance. Lo
and behold, it was someone I had pegged for a bitch. My mind immediately switched into observatory
mode and I readied myself for the cold shoulder. It was a long hallway. As I honed in on my test subject, the
excitement swelled to delirious proportions.
Finally, our paths crossed and it was time for the moment of truth. Sure enough, her head rotated 90 degrees.
(Yeah, that was a bit anti-climatic. Sorry.)
Validation! Score one
for the Younker Rules. I was literally
grinning (quite stupidly I’m sure to anyone who saw me) as I walked back to my
desk. There are always exceptions to the
rule, but this is a rule I’ve come to adopt.
I feel comfortable stating that this particular maxim is about 80%
accurate and that’s good enough for me.
Gentlemen, please use this powerful detection device to your
benefit. May it save you future
headaches. I would like to qualify this
rule by adding that it is not intended to completely deter you from interacting
with women who fall into category #3 above.
We all know that there is a difference in the tolerance level of
bitchiness you’re willing to put up with when it comes to girlfriends versus friends
who are girls. These people may have a
place in your life and you still love them for who they are. I’m merely trying to help you define the
person so you know what to expect. Feel
free to take this rule for a test drive on people you know (or think you know)
or on new people you’d like to get a feel for.
Ladies, at the risk of disproving my brilliant theory,
please do not alter your default voluntary response when passing somebody. You are what you are even if the truth hurts.
Besides, I’m sure there is some sort of
male equivalent.
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