.. I never met such a ... a ... disrespectful little ..." His voice trailed off, and he just cleared his throat nastily. I'm sure he wanted to call me a "bitch" or something, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. I just smiled at him, cooly and calmly. "Well, you want to know what I don't like about you? ... well I'll tell you, Miss M-----!" he sneered. "You young women are all the same -- every last one of you! You come to class dressed in ... in revealing clothes, and all you do is sit around and ... and entice all the men around you. Don't try to deny it, young lady, I'm on to you, I'm on to you, all right!" This confirmed my suspicions about what was bothering him: I turned him on -- and he hated me for it. I raised my eyebrows haughtily and started to act like I was going to protest, but he cut me off with a wave of his hand and went on. "You ... you young girls all pretend that you don't know what you're doing, but you can't fool me. You know damn well ... yes, damn well, young lady, how you distract and ... and entice the men around you, and how you just wrap them around your little finger. Look at you ... look at that ... that 'outfit' you're wearing, although I'm loath to dignify it with that term. It's more like ... like ... well, I don't know what to call it. But you come here in that ... that _thing_ and expect me not to notice ... not to be affected. Well, I'm on to you and your games, little lady. Yes I am, and you can't entice ME with your mock innocence and your ... your lewd costumes ..." I had to laugh to myself. The fact that the man was expending so much energy to deny I had any affect on him sexually was only serving to confirm just the opposite. Now that I knew what was bothering him, I also knew how to get him to lighten up on me and give me the "A" I was looking for. Now, some women might have tried the "sincerity" approach, attempting to reason with him and maybe even to apologize, and then to make an effort to dress and behave more modestly in his class in the future. |