Too much Testosterone?
April 1, 2009
She’s been watching me watching her. Our eyes meet, and she instantly looks down, with a I’m-sorry-to-have-flirted-with-you type of grin on her face.
I lock my computer and move to her table with my cup of tea.
She lightens up and acknowledges. I let out a breath of relief. Usually encounters like these end up with a humph, snort and a i-don’t-want-to-get-raped-by-you sort of look.
Our conversation jumps from excellent wifi speeds to stray dogs and then to the hazards of long-term relationships.
“How old are you by the way,” she slips in the question. “Thirty?”
“No. Do I look thirty?” I ask heartily, but she shrugs and becomes silent.
“In my mid twenties.” She obviously needed an answer.
“Are you Married?”
“No. Do you see a ring on my finger?” I fired back.
We were both silent for awhile. Thank god the cup of tea was not empty.
“Oya hari wasai neda?” [Translation: You get angry easily?]
I was a little pushed, but I wasn’t angry.
I wanted to end the conversation on a lighter note, so I complimented her on her long earrings and made an excuse to leave.
On my way down, I kept wondering if what she said was true? Do I come off as imposing? I do speak very little. And maybe I don’t show my emotions as well as I should. Perhaps it’s the testosterone.