Passing through Paceville
I went through Paceville for a second time a couple of nights ago, and I think I figured out what I did not do correctly the first time. The first time, I was with another male friend. I decided to walk quickly through the bar and gentlemen’s club district.
We both stepped lively, and I was taken aback when a woman called me “baby” and touched my arm. My American space bubble was fully formed, and I think I was most offended at the idea of the promise given with no intention of being filled. (Of course, that is only my perception of what happened, maybe she really did want to buy me a drink, and she feels bad that I just blew her off.)
The second time, I went with a group of three others, so we were two guys and two women even though I was walking somewhat behind no one accosted us. One woman made a move to approach us, but I caught her eye and smiled. She returned the smile but took a step back and stayed where she was.
So there is safety in numbers, and eye contact can communicate several things even when a smile is involved. (And now I am left wondering what kind of “creepy” smile I gave her…)
By the way, why are they called “Gentlemen’s Clubs?” Is that how gentlemen are supposed to behave?
We both stepped lively, and I was taken aback when a woman called me “baby” and touched my arm. My American space bubble was fully formed, and I think I was most offended at the idea of the promise given with no intention of being filled. (Of course, that is only my perception of what happened, maybe she really did want to buy me a drink, and she feels bad that I just blew her off.)
The second time, I went with a group of three others, so we were two guys and two women even though I was walking somewhat behind no one accosted us. One woman made a move to approach us, but I caught her eye and smiled. She returned the smile but took a step back and stayed where she was.
So there is safety in numbers, and eye contact can communicate several things even when a smile is involved. (And now I am left wondering what kind of “creepy” smile I gave her…)
By the way, why are they called “Gentlemen’s Clubs?” Is that how gentlemen are supposed to behave?