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Maggie Pye
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Well, some of us actually like to read our books, so.... think about that.

Your wife would have married ANYONE who interrupted her because she was that desperate for attention and couldn’t think of any better way to get it...

Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner! We are women so we are obligated to talk to any man that engages us and to be polite!

ANYONE? Wow. She can only be described as a woman with very discriminating tastes, yes?

If you’re sitting in a park reading you’re probably going to have 20 or 30 people pass by you. Even if just 10% of them are boors you’re going to encounter a boorish person every 2 or 3 times you go outside.

Note that neither of these refusals involve the word “no.” They are, to most of us, nonetheless clear. They include a number of tactics that many of us recognize: delay; prefaces or hedges (uh, well …); palliatives like appreciation; and explanation. The last is interesting: explanations usually go like this: “I

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No he totally has a wife! It’s a long distance marriage! She lives in Canada!

“but a lot of men aren’t too good on picking up on hints.”

Nah. This article would have made about as much sense to you pre-wife as it does post-wife. Perhaps even less.

A lot of men use the excuse that they can’t pick up on hints. A lot of men think they can get away with ignoring social cues because they’re men, and they don’t have to be polite. A lot of men know exactly what they’re doing but feel they have a right to do it anyway because “free speech” and “you can’t stop me” and

OMG I get that too! I’m a designer, and exactly the same, I like to sometimes work at a coffee shop, but I’ve taken to picking a seat that doesn’t leave my laptop in full view bc inevitably some rando (always a guy) will have to make a comment on my work, or worse just sit there and watch in close proximity. I’m also

FUN STORY: Last week I was standing on the street trying to make a phone call and some random dude walked up to me and tried to talk to me while I was on the phone.

I was really hoping someone would be so self-involved as to turn a larger issue into an anecdote about a unique personal experience that does nothing to change any of the points made in the post. Thanks!

None of us have ever seen your alleged ‘wife.’ Therefore those of us who spend our entire lives trying to get strangers to leave us the fuck alone while we read in peace are inclined to think that she’s a sock puppet/figment of your imagination.

you should feel LUCKY that a guy like me is even TALKING to you.

The gall that it must take to interrupt someone who is quite obviously working because you want to flirt with them is rather incredible.

I often go to my favorite little wine bar to do some writing on the fic I’m working on. Much as I love the confines of my bed and mechanical keyboard, occasionally I just need some outside inspiration and change of scenery. You would be shocked (or maybe not, really) at the number of guys who think I want to discuss

I wasn’t HITTING on you, GEEZ. Ego much? I was just trying to be NICE and anyway you’re fat and ugly.

Hey there.