a lesson with a "creepy" man.

While sitting in the stands at Malcolm’s hockey game,

an older man walked down an aisle past me and gave me a “creepy” look.

Sure enough, 

he sits two seats from me when the arena wasn’t packed.

So then i made sure not to look at him

in case he gives me that “creepy” look again.

A few minutes later, 

the arena announcer randomly approached the man

and asked if he wanted to participate in the first audience contest.

The man agreed and picked a number out of a hat, 

each number representing a hockey player.

(meanwhile, im obviously eavesdropping)

The man picked #34, Malcolm’s number!

So i piped up and told the man thats my husband and how odd of a chance that was.

Then we continued to chat throughout the entire game.

I left that game thinking about the nice man and how he made me smile.

Then i felt a pit in my stomach
because i felt so awful for judging him in one millisecond.
If i label an older man as a “creep” because they simply looked at me,
i clearly have issues in that department.
I’m aware of that.
(the issue has to do with today’s portrayal of women,
plastic surgery, advertising, porn,
the whole enchilada.
a massive enchilada that is too complex too explain)

I understand that sometimes
 people are completely opposite of who we think they are,

If our believes don’t match up with our actions,

we are not authentic.
And if we’re not authentic how do we expect to be respected?

I was fearful of posting this
because its honest and personal….
a little too honest and personal for me to feel comfortable with,
but ultimately,
 the moral of the story is more important than being afraid of those who will judge me.
Afterall,
the story is a lesson on not judging:)