6.14.2005

Annamaria's tips for proper gas station etiquette



I get hit on at gas stations. I don’t know why the sight of me at the gas pumps is seemingly so irresistible to men, but I appear to be at my cutest when my car is on E. Usually, a polite nod before turning my back and going about my business is enough to get these guys to back off and realize that I’m not looking for love at the BP. Occasionally, it takes a little more effort; for example, the other day I turned into the gas station just as a man was exiting his car, holding a map in his left hand while flagging me down with his right. I assumed he needed directions, and being the friendly and helpful girl that I am, I stopped to assist him. This was a mistake. Our conversation went like this:


I know its a common myth that feminists hate being hit on. I can't speak for all of my sisters, but honestly, I don't mind it. It's flattering, and sometimes a smile from a cute guy is enough to make me happy for hours. But Creepy Guy...yeah, that's not flirting, nor is it flattering--it's just creepy. You see, walking up to a woman and invading her personal space (did I mention that his hands were inside my car??) in order to do your good deed for the day might seem like a good idea to you, Creepy Guy, but to me it seems like a good reason to start rethinking bans on mace and pepper spray.

So, here's my good deed for the day. Guys: if you spot a cutie at the Amoco, smile at her. See if she smiles back. Now, actually think about her smile--is it a smirk, as in "Would you look at that moron trying to pick me up at the gas station"? If so, do not approach said cutie. If it is a genuine smile, ask her a polite question, as in "How are you doing today?" In short, be interested in her, and she might become interested in you. But do not, under any circumstances, put your hands in her car!

annamaria at 2:35 PM

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at Tuesday, June 14, 2005 3:34:00 PM Blogger person x said...

What is it with the men that think a gas station is the perfect place to pick up ladies? I think it's more of a Detroit thing, though. It happens a whole lot less frequently here. I think it's because more people ride PT.

On a different note, I have noticed that the guys who hit on me now are more often than not of the African-American persuasion.

I think it's probably because I'm so bootilicious. Oh, and because I've got the huge boobs.

I think white men are a little more scared about the huge boobs.

 
at Tuesday, June 14, 2005 4:29:00 PM Blogger ID said...

I believe its "bootylicious." The changing of the Y to an I doesn't really apply in the hood.

This white man is not scared of huge boobs, particularly yours miss.

Heh.

 
at Tuesday, June 14, 2005 4:36:00 PM Anonymous Kerri said...

Yeah but, if the white man were scared of the huge boobs, wouldn't he deny it?

 
at Tuesday, June 14, 2005 4:55:00 PM Blogger Kurt said...

As a shy, okay timid white guy, I was amazed at braziness of black men at the barbeque restaurant I managed in South Dallas. I mean, a woman's husband/BF would go to the rest room and the guy behind her in line would start hitting on her!
I'm a flirt, but these guys were up front about what they had in mind. I asked some of the men, some of the women and one of my employees (all black). They laughed it off and just acknowledged that that was how the game was played in the 'hood. It's not in me...

 
at Saturday, June 18, 2005 4:50:00 PM Blogger Murky Thoughts said...

Wow, you're so right. Gotta ponder this one. Hmm. I think a woman pumping gas is, for one thing, a solo woman. Also she's a driver, and nothing says independence in the U.S. like the car. Also driving is the opposite of passivity, which is sexy in a practical way because it suggests less need to guess or perform and making success seem easier and sexy for primal ways probably best discussed in the analysts office. Also, since it tends to be hot inside a car, and since the inside of your car feels private and secure, I suspect women coming out of a car tend to be wearing less clothing than women on average. Oh yeah: There's also that business with the nozzle and the pumping and how the woman shows the nozzle to the hole. There's something very apple pie about that.

 
at Monday, June 20, 2005 9:41:00 AM Blogger annamaria said...

Yeah, I considered the phallic nature of the nozzle, but that still doesn't explain this particular situation--I wasn't anywhere near the gas pumps when Creepy Guy approached me. Maybe Creepy Guy is just creepy, and girl alone is enough to make him salivate. Pretty pathetic.

 
at Wednesday, June 22, 2005 3:18:00 PM Blogger Murky Thoughts said...

"girl alone is enough to make him salivate. Pretty pathetic."

Oh, I dunno. What more is there to it, really? Ah, L'amour.

 

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