Please. Yes you can. And if you can't, is really that bad?

I did my fair share of working in food service. I’ve actually pooed the bed from being force-fed from my training at Texas Roadhouse. Holy mother of sodium… My poor roommate… I hardly knew her… what were we…?

Yes, I worked food service quite a bit through college, and a bit after.

I came across the attractive waitresses who would “have” to wear a fake wedding ring just so they could do their job and not get hit on so much.

Eye roll.

I’m not saying that doesn’t happen. I’m sure they got hit on plenty. And I know what it’s like to be a little creeped out by a customer. Like, the lady at Texas Roadhouse who would always ask for the “cute short brunette” (me) whenever she came in, and then gave me her address and said I could stay with her whenever it snowed in Idaho Falls. She’d playfully graze my arm and laugh way too hard at my go-to, what-I-tell-every-table jokes.  

So yeah, I get it. It can be kind of scary. (Even then, duh, I was flattered.) But is it really that bad?

I’ve had a ring on my finger for five months now, and I’ll admit, I miss the occasional dude winking at me. And I mean that in a strictly vain way. I only want Gunnar—duh, but yeah, it’d be cool to know I still got it.

Some feminists might read this and say, “Your worth is more than what men think of you!” To those women, I cross my eyes and say, “K….”

— In all seriousness, my self worth does come from a man, and that’s my Father in Heaven, but that’s a little deeper than I care to go today—

I feel like there are two types of girls in this world:

There’s the girl who gets asked out by a total stranger in the school library.  She either accepts or declines, it doesn’t matter which really, and then she turns to her friends and mouths with horror on her face, “Creeper.”

Then there’s the other girl, in the same situation, with the same boy, same scenario. And she turns to her friend and says, “Gosh, that takes a lot of courage.” And she then thinks in her head, “I do have pretty blue eyes.”

See the distinction? It does take courage for a boy to approach a girl.

Granted, I haven’t really lived in the real world where guys are sometimes aggressive, ask to take you home and comment on your body, and yikes. I can only imagine.

I’m strictly talking about men, boys—whoever, who are friendly, or who ask for a girl’s number appropriately. How is this offensive? Is that really so annoying that a person finds you attractive/ interesting enough to ask out? Is it necessary to post things like, “So sick of getting hit on.”

I don’t understand you.

How hard is, ”Thank you, but I’m not interested?” Then, feed that ego, and wear that shirt and skirt combo a different day, because obviously it’s working for you.

All I'm saying is at the end of the day, I’ll be the girl who gets her confidence boosted by the occasional courageous stranger and a hot husband.