Territorial Women

I've been observing an interesting phenomenon lately.  It seems that when any girl between the ages of 13-30 comes into the restaurant where I work and gets in any way flirty with me or one of the other guys, the girls at work become rather touchy.

About a year and a half ago, in the late afternoon, this woman pulled up in a sports car.  When she got out, I saw that she was about as tall as me, and very pretty.  But what I remember her for was the fact that she was just closing the door when the wind gusted, blowing her hair into her face, and she gave it a quick toss, catching it in the wind.  The gorgeous red colour shone brightly in the light of the lowering sun.  The strangest part was that the song "Pretty Woman" was playing on the radio at that moment.  No, really; I'm not making this up.

Anyway, she came in again in mid September, 2011 when I was feeling crazy-courageous from a lack of sleep.  When she told me what kind of sandwich she wanted, I immediately forgot.  I strained for a moment to remember, but to no avail, and had to ask again.  She repeated it with a slight giggle and a hand flick at her hair.  I began making the sandwich, and sensing that I could have a little fun here, changed my tone and put on a more interesting expression, saying, "You know, I could be really cheesy right now and say, 'Oh, sorry, I looked into your eyes and forgot what I was doing.'"  I pretended to shake off the bad joke, but she responded with a shoulder shrug, a toss of her hair, and another giggle.

But at that moment, I felt my manager glaring hotly at the side of my head from down the line.  I decided in my mad state that I was already in it, and said to the pretty woman, "That's right down there with, 'You, know, I was gonna come over here and say something clever to try to make you laugh, but girl, you're so cute I forgot what I was gonna say.'"  She gave a somewhat intensified version of her previous response, and the side of my head started to smoke from the heat of my boss's glare, which I ignored.

I completed the pretty girl's sandwich while making a few more stupid jokes (all of which got responses of giggling and playing with gorgeous hair), and then I finished her order and sent her on her way.  By that time, my boss had moved to the back area, and when I got back there, she shot me a brief, sharp, sidelong look that only women can give.  The kind that mellows a man's mood and stabs at his brain.

I squared my shoulders and said firmly to her, "What.  Am I not allowed to flirt with cute girls any more?"

She replied coldly, "You weren't the only one being flirty."  She then continued with what she was doing muttering to herself words like "skank", "stupid", and "hair".

This is simply the best example I have of this phenomenon.  My conclusion is that, by and large, when women are in a workplace or a home situation, they don't like it when girls they don't know enter that zone and flirt with any males in the vicinity, whether or not they have any kind of committed relationship with said males.

I have asked a friend of mine about this, and she said, "Well, of course they don't like those other girls hitting on you.  You're their boys, and those other girls are on their turf.  Just like when I’m around, you guys are with me and shouldn’t be looking at slutty Renaissance Faire chicks."  I tried to argue that we had to look at them to appreciate how pretty she was, but stopped short when her glare stabbed my brain.  She’ll never let that bellydancer thing go…

 Back off, witch!  These're my boys!!!