WARNING: THERE IS ADULT LANGUAGE/CONTENT IN THIS POST!! IF YOU DON'T BLANCH AT THE WORD 'FUCK' - FEEL FREE TO READ ON. IF YOU CAN'T SAY THE 'F' WORD - I'D STOP IF I WERE YOU.
I've been brash, bodacious and lived with bravado most of my life. While in Theatre at the University of Ottawa, our acting teacher had the class define each student's public persona. You know... how others perceive us, the facade we present to the world, our safety net. I was 19 years old, thought of myself as a bit of a clown. I was interesting-looking, but not pretty; intelligent, but not Einstein. The class decided that my persona was a 35 year old attractive woman named Gwen. She was confident, had many acquaintances (mostly male) and few close friends. If Gwen fell onstage, not only would she get up and pretend it had
NEVER happened, she would have the entire audience convinced that it had never happened.
I didn't have a whole helluva lot of tact when I was younger. My mother despaired that I would never discover it. I would rush into situations and bowl people over. I was like a 120 lb Labrador puppy (who am I kidding? 140 lb. The last time I was 120 lbs was when I was 12). I'd sit on laps. (
NEVER putting my full weight on a guy, 'cause of course they would be crushed under my true feminine weight. I would barely rest my ass on their legs. Most of my weight pushed through the balls of my firmly planted feet, my thighs more than likely shaking from the prolonged half squat. All to avoid hearing this: "Holy Crap you're
HEAVY!"
I'd say shocking things for effect. When an acquaintance said that she was dating a guy with whom I had previously been intimate, I actually uttered these words, "Oh yeah, I fucked him." Who
SAYS that? Who says that to another girl? You know what that was? That was
FULL-ON JEALOUS BRAVADO talking there. My thoughts probably ran along the lines of
Why am I just good enough to sleep with, but she's good enough to sleep with AND be his girlfriend?? But what it came out as was, "Oh yeah, I fucked him."
?!?
People took it for granted that I was a destroyer of men. All tits and ass and red hair - I terrified guys. I couldn't be embarrassed, told off-colour jokes, flirted and stood
REALLY close. Most of the time that tactic worked for me. It kept men a safe distance away. Very few called my bluff. When there actually was a guy who who'd say "Alright, you wanna play? I'll play." I wouldn't know what to do. I'd blush, get butterflies and generally lose any nerve I pretended I had.
I had a crush in university on a french actor in the theatre program. He stole my powers of speech. I became nearly mute around him. Quite a feat. What was funny? This guy was not even attractive. He was balding, didn't have great teeth and was really hairy (think Robin Williams hairy), but to me? Oh, to me, this guy was
IT. He had
CHARISMA. Must have been pheromones. I was so enthralled I couldn't even flirt with him. I tried one time, he blew me off and I never attempted again. Too much. He was too much for me. I was but a naive girl and he was a
MAN.
A couple of years later, french crush guy and I were working together, and I guess I seemed like a safe bet for an easy lay and he was
laying it on pretty thick to test the waters. By this time I'd grown up a bit and had regained my powers of speech... or maybe by then I just had a better sense of a man's true character.
"Look," I said. "I'm flattered and all that, but I am not going to fuck you tonight. If you want to have a date, go to dinner, see a movie, then great. But we're not going to end up in bed at the end of the night. More than likely it would be a quick fumble. Might be good, or might not, but frankly, I've got enough erotica and batteries at home to keep me busy for a long time without enduring a one-night stand that is sure to make the next time we see each other really awkward. So what you you say?" He didn't take me on a date. No-nonsense, in-control Heather was a bit too formidable, I guess. Honesty... It
really is a great way to separate the boys from the men.
