A lot of my clients are middle aged or older men, which sometimes works to my advantage. Other times, it just makes me want to become a nun.
One blustery winter afternoon, I had an appointment to meet with a client, whom I had never met before, at his house. Not an unusual scenario so it doesn’t really make me nervous anymore. This one particular gentleman….no, sorry, that word cannot be used to describe this man….pervert would be more appropriate. Anyway, this man, let’s call him Joe (honestly can’t remember his name), had a wandering eye. An eye that just so happened to wander to my chest…and stay there for the duration of our meeting, regardless of my fidgeting with my top. You’d think he’d get the point after I have pulled my shirt up to practically my nose. Hello, dude! I know you’re staring at my boobs….STOP.
While he continues to stare at my chest, he proceeds to tell me about all of the cars he has owned. That really isn’t relevant to the story but it seriously went on for at least 20 minutes. I’m a girl. Does it look like I care about your car history? Well I guess he wouldn’t have noticed the bored look on my face since he wasn’t looking at my face…
About 30 minutes into our meeting, which has been completely pointless, Joe asks me the token question. A question I get asked on literally a daily basis. “So, Ema. Are you married?” I politely tell him no and am careful not to elaborate or encourage further discussion on the subject.
Then….
He looks me up and down and says…
“So, you’re not married? That means you’re a virgin.”
UM…WHAT? And he didn’t say it in a “oh you’re so pure, that’s precious and very admirable of you” kind of way. It was a creepy, sexually threatening way that made me almost run for the door. WHO ASKS SOMEONE THAT?
