And no, I'm not talking about my holiday with my husband.
When something happens that I don't particularly like, I talk. I talk big. And bad. And there are usually lots of unpleasant words. Some are preceded by "I'm gonna...".
But rarely does anything come of my bad-ass attitude.
There was that one road rage episode. And another time when my brother pissed me off at the bar and made me leave early.
And I usually regret hitting "send" before I've taken an hour or a day to calm down and think rationally.
We are women. We are emotional. Freaking out is just what we do. Right Lilly? lol
Lilly's post reminded me of something I thought I would share, and perhaps get some opinions on.
My daughter, Asia, who is 14, and has, well, a not-so-14 year old body, was at the gym by herself about a month ago. The key word here is 14! And while I admit she was wearing her sweats that said "Call me" across her cute little bottom, she is still 14.
She had a couple of "older" guys checking her out. Thankfully they scared the hell out of her when they asked for her phone number, and she told them no and walked away. The continued to check her out the entire time she was there. Guys will be guys, and technically looking at a cute little thing isn't a crime unless it's on a restricted web site or she is tied up in your basement. That would be bad.
On her way out of the gym, another "older" guy with a young child along asked for her phone number. Asia was thinking he was probably early 20's. (My girlfriend was close by and confirmed that he was definitely WAY too old and a little creepy!) She told him she didn't have one. (I'm going to have to work on her lines a little bit I think...)
He was pushing pretty hard for a way to contact her. She told him that we were new to the city and didn't have a phone yet.
AND she told him that she was only 14, and in grade nine.
So now he's asking what she thinks of living here, small talk crap. He even asked how long she has been living in Edmonton, and she replied with "I don't know!" (Okay, now THAT part is pretty funny!)
He then asked if she had a cell phone, to which she replied no.
So, knowing that she is only 14, HE gives her HIS phone number and asks her to call.
My girlfriend was thinking I should phone the police, because clearly this guy needs the shit scared out of him before he approaches some other kid who is not as timid/terrified. I do have his phone number, but have yet to do anything with it. Technically, the sick individual has not done anything wrong. However, he is still a sicko who would have happily taken on with a 14 year old and made it very difficult for her to walk away. I'm incredibly happy that my friend was there!
But short of throwing the sweat pants away, being with her where we can, and doing a whole whack of talking to her, there is probably nothing else we can do.