I'm a woman, not a gangster

Happy friday, all!

I have a confession to make.  Against my better judgment, I reactivated my online dating account, JUST TO SEE.  I've been much less overstressed by work, and I feel like I'm doing a good job of balancing my job, my new fitness plan, and everything else.  I thought it couldn't hurt, so up it went.  Still not my first priority by any means, but I was running out of blog fodder, so... ;-)

So I exchanged a couple of messages with one guy last night, and he seemed really likeable.  Normal, not pushy, not weird, just funny and sincere.  I was kind of pleasantly surprised!  So he sends me a chat request on the site, and we spend a bit talking. 

In the midst of our conversation, he asks me what I would wear if we went on a date.  My weirdo radar went up immediately.  Sure, it sounds fairly harmless, but usually this is a segway into a what are you wearing kind of avenue, and I didn't feel like sharing the cut and color of my underthings to this guy. 

BUT, I humored him.  I told him it depended on what the date was, so he said dinner at a really nice restaurant.  I told him probably a dress and heels in that instance and that I liked to get dressed up for the right occasion.  However, I then went on to say that I also love a hoodie on a fall day. 

I told him this for two reasons:
1) It's true.  I adore hoodies.
2) I wanted to make sure he understood that I'm not a dress up all the time kind of girl.  I don't like to misrepresent.

When I said the hoodie thing he went "Argh" or "Ugh" or something along those lines.  I waited for an explanation, but one didn't come, so I clarified that I wouldn't wear something like that on a dinner date like he'd described obviously. 

He responded with, "No, I wouldn't let you."

Hmm.  Radar pinged like crazy.  I waited. 

"You're a woman.  Not a gangster."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  Are you effing kidding me?  "Hoodies don't equal gangster," I told him.  I was not amused.  I then pointed out that most women don't want to wear heels and dresses all the times, and that while I was sorry to shatter the illusion, but that's not terribly comfortable on a daily basis, and not even appropriate for some situations.

We talked briefly after that point, but by then I was mentally done.  First of all, no one LETS me wear anything.  Second of all, I feel really sad for an individual who hears hoodie and thinks gangster. 

Someday I will find a man who likes me just as much in a dress and heels as he does in a hoodie and jeans.  Today is not that day. ;-)