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From: ramberg@axiom.UUCP (Mark Ramberg)
Newsgroups: net.singles
Subject: Truth is stranger than doctrine
Message-ID: <167@axiom.UUCP>
Date: Tue, 18-Feb-86 13:56:15 EST
Article-I.D.: axiom.167
Posted: Tue Feb 18 13:56:15 1986
Date-Received: Wed, 19-Feb-86 07:57:16 EST
Organization: Axiom Technology, Newton MA
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Hi folks, I just dropped in to talk a bit. I have been following 
with interest ( and mild amusement ) the discussion about harrassment.
I understand, at least in part, the consternation many women feel about
the boors and scallywags that can't take an honest "NO" for an answer.
Sometimes, however, it gets kind of hard to tell a no when you hear one.
Oh boy, I can sense the flames wafting my way...

	" Of course no means NO, you silly twit!!!"

Well, not always. The following is a real, unexpurgated, factual,
bonafide, cross my heart and hope to die incedent from my not too
recent past.... I remember it as if it were only two years ago. It
was a warm, sunny summer day in 1984. I believe it was a Thursday.
Being a beautiful day, I was, as is my want, buried in the darkest
corner of an amiable pub ( note: not a singles bar ). I had just
finished regalling my compatriots with a new shaggy dog story, when,
through the haze of groans surrounding me, I chanced to see a very
attractive and well groomed woman seated alone a few tables away.
She had apparently been listening, for she was chortling quietly
into her napkin. I was intrigued. Excusing myself, I left my comfy
nest of friends and, ego naked to the swords of rejection, approached
the lady and asked if I might join her for a libation. She politely
declined, indicating that she was waiting to meet a friend. Very
cordial, very calm. I returned to my natural environment, somewhat
wounded but none the less jovial. Twenty minutes passed and the lone
lady was still unaccompanied. We made occasional eye contact, slight
smile, harmless low level flirtation. As time passed, I once again
became embroiled in the important trivialities of the group and lost
contact with the lady. All of a sudden, she appeared at the table,
smiled sweetly, and said " You ought to try a little harder". At this
point she playfully ( but very accurately) tossed her half empty drink
into my lap. Much mess and merriment ensued, but that is another story.

Now I submit to the group, how do I avoid dry cleaning bills? What social
conventions did I violate? Is this an isolated incedent or are the net
women just more direct than the mass of women? Personally, I would never
press beyond an initial rejection, but I can understand the confusion.
 
As usual, confused way beyond the norm....
-- 


Mark " Oh hell, just add a capacitor. " Ramberg
@ Axiom Technology " Home of the AT100 "