So I’m on the A train heading home, minding my business. I notice a guy with a sketch pad. He takes a seat. The he gets up and takes a seat 1 over from me. (This is when I knew the jig was up) Ole boy (aka older man) proceeds to start drawing me. Yes, he starts drawing me. Every time I look over, he looks down. What he doesn’t know is that my peripheral vision is poppin, so I caught his ass long time ago.
As I sat there, being semi stalked, this situation sparked some thoughts in my mind….
Back in the day, if a man did that, it would be considered romantic, nowadays its considered psycho. It also had me wondering if he was younger, would I have been flattered instead of freaked out? The whole “courting” process nowadays is jacked up. As a female you’re either getting hissed at, called a bitch (because you’re not interested in said hollering party) or getting stalked.
What happened to the days when men acted like gentlemen? Like seriously females, when’s the last time a man actually said “Would you like to dance?” What happened to things like manners, respect and ummm … sanity?
I know times have changed, but chivalry (and mental stability) sure as hell aint dead. If you aint acting chivalrous or (mentally capable) , then keep it moving right on past me to a woman of low caliber or the G building; because like MC Lyte said.”I’m not having it, no I’m not having it.”
Im still wondering if I should have given ole boy with the sketch pad a chance. After all, he found something interesting about me and decided to try to preserve it on paper and in his mind. And really and truly, when someone takes the time to let you occupy their mental space, you should be thankful…
I guess I’ll never know about the A train sketch artist.. mainly because I got the hell up and got off the train….