Although this is a slightly long story for a fairly small event, I’m sharing it because I have never been quite so proud of myself. And I’m hoping my story may help someone else, too.
I am a woman. Now, I know every fellow woman has experienced this: the strange (or little-known) man approaches out of nowhere, a subtle smirk on his face. Still grinning, he delivers the desperately needed advice you so clearly require — divine wisdom about to be imparted to you by the gods, something that may quite possibly be the catalyst for a new, brighter future ahead.
“You should smile more!”
And yet, I can never help but shudder. I have never spoken to a woman who actually enjoyed hearing this all-too-common sage advice. But? It turns out there IS something you can do about it.
I went to a charity spaghetti dinner to support my husband, who is a member of the group that was hosting it. While standing in line to acquire some delicious starchy goodness, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I saw an acquaintance I’d just been briefly introduced to. Unfortunately, I didn’t recognize the smirk at first.
Acquaintance: *In a demanding tone* “You need to smile more!”
Me: “…”
Acquaintance: *Somehow more demanding* “You need to smile more!”
Me: *Pauses* “No.”
Then, I accidentally broke my stone-faced expression and smiled slightly.
Acquaintance: “Good job! Do that more often, now!”
And he sprinted off into the ether.
My shoulders slumped a bit, I’ll admit. I felt defeated. I’d lost, I’d done it again, I’d let the other person take the power.
Then, I went outside for a smoke and to gather my thoughts. I’d seen [Acquaintance] walk outside ahead of me earlier. He was out of sight now, but suddenly, I realized that I knew what I had to do. No more just giving up, and there wasn’t even a Human Resources to make a futile report to. It was all me here.
I needed to wait for my moment first. So, I waited. And waited. And eventually, I gave up for the moment and went inside to my spaghetti. Noodles are more important, honestly.
However, while I was at the table, I saw [Acquaintance] walk past. This was it. Sweet and smooth as honeyed syrup, I made my move.
Me: *Gesturing outside* “Hi, [Acquaintance]! Could I please talk with you for a moment?”
Acquaintance: “What?”
I repeated myself three times with different phrasing as others tried to help.
Acquaintance: “Oh. Uh, sure?”
Me: “Great, thanks!”
We walked out of the dining hall into an empty hallway. Poor [Acquaintance] looked at me, confused at my request, and clearly mad that I’d made it in front of others. (I tried not to, I swear!)
Acquaintance: “So, what’s up?”
Me: “You know how you told me to smile more earlier? It actually made me feel very uncomfortable, and I’m asking you to please not do that again.”
He visibly grimaced at first, but then…
Acquaintance: “Sure, I apologize! I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable, though. I thought you just seemed unhappy, and—”
Me: “I really appreciate that! Thank you. The reason I said that is it’s something that happens to a lot of women, including me, that is uncomfortable for us. That’s because even when you’re not intending it, it can come across as demanding. Also, it can make us feel like you’re trying to control our emotions. So, what I recommend is that if you see a woman who seems really unhappy who you want to cheer up, try telling her a funny joke!”
He frowned but spoke with a friendly tone.
Acquaintance: “I understand. Thank you for telling me. I apologize again.”
Me: “Thank you. I really appreciate it!”
He walked off as quickly as possible.
This is my true proof that the best method is the kill them with kindness. While his body language made it clear he was mad, I was also being so very polite. So understanding. No blame was placed on him, yet a firm and direct request was made. I even gave him an alternative option. And guess what? He actually apologized.
Now, did [Acquaintance] seem at all happy about the exchange? No. Did he occasionally glower at and avoid me the entire rest of the night? Yes.
But do you know what that also means? He never once told me to smile again. And maybe, just maybe, he’ll be too nervous to do it to the next woman. Maybe, he’ll even actually take my advice to heart. I can only hope.