Unfiltered Story #116228

, , | Unfiltered | July 5, 2018

(I’m a rough looking guy with a a full beard and not really athletic, but quite built and sturdy looking. I also was quite troubled when I was a kid and teenager. I fought through it along with coming out as a young adult so I ended up with high self-esteem/confidence in later years as a result. This is important to the story as you’ll see.

I worked at a small electronic store outlet a couple of years ago. One day, I’m standing at a register/computer, doing a task I can’t remember, when my Manager comes over to me. He was helping two clients in the MP3 players section, a woman and a young teenage kid. We’re the only four people in the store at the time.)

Manager: [my name], do you know these people?

Me : *looks over* No, never seen them before.

Manager : Weird. The kid has a question he wants to ask you.

Me : There’s something you don’t know about a product?

Manager : You misunderstood… he wants to ask YOU.

Me. Me? What?

Manager : Yeah, erm… well, her mother was asking all the right questions and I was making a sale, which was for the kid. The kid was looking at your direction for almost the whole exchanche. Out of nowhere he said to her mother that he had a question for you… and only for you, before she could buy the iPod for him.

Me : What? Why?

Manager : We don’t know. Her mom tried to prod him further, but he’s adamant and only wants to ask you personally.

Me : Really?

Manager : *shrugs* Can you… ?

Me : Yeah, sure. No problem…

I approach them and the Mother is looking at me like a statue, not knowing what her son is cooking up, who’s standing in front of her.

Me : Hi, you had a question or wanted to talk to me?

Boy : Can we speak in private?

Me : Huh, it’s not a big store, maybe we could lower our voice?

Boy : *looking shy, he speaks quietly barely looking higher than my shoulders* It’s… I don’t know if I should ask.

Me : *quickly glancing at her mother I gather from her I’m allowed to prod further* Well, you’re lucky because we’re alone in the store. Even if it’s personal or silly, I promise I won’t make fun of you and I will take your question seriously. Do you want us or your mom to walk on the other side of the store?

Boy : No it’s okay. I want… Well I… *sigh* Do you think if I take a white iPod over a black iPod, it would make me look less manly? Is white for girls?

I look at the mother and her gaping mouth matches my surprise. As a gather my thoughts, I figured he jugded me on appearance.

Me : Uhm, I think I get it… You saw me over there, looked at how I stood and my apperance and thought you want to look a little like me, meaning you think I look manly. Am I right?

Boy : *looks at me in the eyes for the first time and nods*

Me : Okay. Then this might shock you but it’s not your judgment that’s off, you simply judged a book by it’s cover… but would you guess me as a bisexual?

Boy : *lower jaw drops to floor*

Me : I’ll take that as a no, but I am. I get that my orientation doesn’t affect my looks I you couldn’t really tell but let me tell you something I’ve been told when I was bit older than you are : “If what you wear defines your virility, then you weren’t very manly to begin with.” It’s not because I wear a black uniform that I look manly, it’s because of my attitude and stance standing up. So I’d be saying the same yo you. If the color of your iPod defines how manly you are, you weren’t very virile to begin with. You could wear a pink dress a still be the manliest thing in the room if you acted like it… That’s good for you?

Boy : *popping a smile* Hehe. Okay.

Mother : *stabbing at the boy’s sides with her finger* What do we say for the awesome personal advice FROM A STRANGER?

Boy : Ow, heh. Thanks.

I didn’t feel that comfortable finishing the sale with them so I left it to my manager who sold a white iPod. The next week the boy came back on its own to exchange some accessories… with a huge smile in a bright pink t-shirt.

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