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When I'm biking, people mistake me more for a dude. I've had a carfull of stupid teenage girls whistle and cheer etc while I'm sitting there at the light... then I looked over, said "Well Thanks, ladies- and I haven't even taken my jacket off yet!" They werefloored
I didn't *think* I looked so much like a guy on my bike, but... maybe I do?
People call me 'sir' occasionally. It happened more to my ex, who was 5'8 with squarer jaw and shoulders, but it did happen to me occasionally. Especially when I'm wearing the baggy cargos w/ crotch near my knees and baggy tees. I actually enjoyed xing for awhile but my voice *can not* cooperate.![]()
Not. Amused.
Blue - I've never been mistaken for a boy, but once years ago when I was all dressed up (well, as dressed up as tomboy me would get) and had gone out to dinner, the wait person asked when I was due. I said, "due?" and she said, "yes, when are you going to have your baby".
Uh....I went on a diet the next day - right after the dinner and dessert digested!![]()
"When I'm on my bike I forget about things like age. I just have fun." Kathy Sessler
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Good Lord.
I had a discussion with my coworkers while we were back @ the gas station once upon a time b/c one guy inserted his foot in his mouth in such a way. I said, essentially "Unless the woman is *giving birth* you do not ask if she is pregnant etc. You *do not ask* when it is due. God *help* you if you say 'congratulations' and congratulations are *not* in order. Unless you know her well, do *not* ask about the baby's daddy."
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Once I was in a group of people and there was a couple and the young wife looked about 5 months pregnant. I wisely kept my mouth shut (just in case), but another guy asked when the happy day was going to be. Her and her husband's faces dropped and her husband softly explained that they had just had a stillborn full term baby about 3 weeks before and they were still in mourning. It was a pretty awful moment. Always best to keep quiet until the woman mentions that she is pregnant.
Lisa
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when i read this i was thinking of this photo you posted and thinking "how could anyone think you were a boy![]()
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I reckon some people must just speak without engaging their brain, or as someone else said maybe see you from behind.
I have tried to think of times i've had difficulty deciding when someone was male or female, and to be honest, there arent that many !! So i figure people who do this often (and it sounds like it does happen often from reading this thread) either really do need glasses and arent wearing them (i'm at the age where i cant recognise colleagues at a distance so i know this is a possibilty) or maybe they are too lazy to actually look at whether they are talking to a guy or a girl
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Gosh it happens to be on a regular basis. I'm 5'2", muscular, small chest and short hair. I typically wear jeans, t-shirts, hoodies and a baseball cap. I don't wear make up or jewerly and I'm not the girly, frilly, pink type so I guess the mistake is an honest one. It does make my BF mad when it happens but I guess I've gotten so accustom to it the mistake really does not bother me anymore. I'm comfortable with who I am and that is all that counts.
Marcie
y'know...
before moving to the PNW I wore jeans and baseball caps much more often. Midwestern thing, you know. got it a lot more then. (and YES I know how to roll my bill- though bill-rollers will say I roll mine 'like a farmer'. it sheds the rain well but doesn't look as sporty. Yada yada)
Well for me it used to happen when I was younger and in Jr HS. One time I walked into the girls locker room to change for gym class and a few girls screamed and said you don't belong in here, this is the girls locker room. Also when I was in 7th grade, a 12th grade boy threw me up against a locker and threatened to beat me up as he thought I was a boy that had given him a dirty look.
Yup. That's happened to me. ...hmm. It's happened that bigger, burly women have thrown me up against lockers (and crammed me into them...)
I had too much fun with it. We had a 'switch day' in HS during that week before homecoming when everyone comes up with weird stuff to do (guess who did that. HAHAHAHA Student Council could be fun...) so I went online and bought a theater goatee (trimmed so it was a little thinner and finer- highschoolish), latex adhesive, etc.
That and baseball cap, head down, shaved-short blue hair poking out around baseball cap, baggy jeans packin' etc, I looked the part. Walking a friend home, I had *an acquaintence* say "HEY (friend I was walking with) WHO'S YOUR BF?! HE'S CUTE!!!!"![]()
So we walk over. she was
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it was hilarious. I make a very cute, sorta fae looking boy, apparently.
people call me "sir" all the time...![]()
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If you don't grow where you're planted, you'll never BLOOM - Will Rogers
One day I was out on a road ride, climbing some switchbacks in the Colorado National Monument. An SUV went by and a teenager leaned out the window and yelled "Nice a** sir!!!"
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I guess he didn't see the long braid hanging down my back.
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I've been called "son" or "sir" my whole life. And I'm 39 now.
I don't get it. I am a VERY curvy girl: biiiiig hips, tiny waist, broad shoulders and I'm not flat-chested. Oh no, not flat chested! I don't wear men's clothes very often, I always wear obvious earrings. Since getting my nose pierced it's only happened a couple times. I have a "girly" nose pierce.
Once it happend when I was wearing a pale lavendar t-shirt, huge purple earrings, and had SKnot yanking on my arm shouting "mommy mommy, I want a candy bar, mommy mommy mommy!"
Maybe it's because I'm 5'8" and stand tall. Maybe I give off "Butch Vibes". It's a mystery to me.
"If Americans want to live the American Dream, they should go to Denmark." - Richard Wilkinson