Yes, you just have been Mom-ed
I actually came up with this phrase the other day when I was re-telling my husband about a night out with my other lady friends. We had decided to go dancing (gasp! A mom who goes out dancing with her friends on the rare occasion!!) and one of the girls we were with was approached by a young man. Being probably too inebriated as it was the end of the night, he had no sense of personal space nor did he recognize the signs of girls closing ranks. Ok.. do I need to explain this one? When girls close rank (this is directed to any man out there who doesn’t understand this is the time to walk away when girls do this), it means they have just taken the woman who you are fumbling over yourself to speak to, placed her in the center of the group (in our case, there were two of us, so she stood in the middle) and very politely indicated that you aren’t getting anywhere with that girl. Well, at least this is what we do in my group of friends. We don’t see the need to be mean to any guy approaching us, unless of course, he is not respectful when we say thank you and have a good night or please refrain from touching us. There is, however, also a downside to talking back to young men like this, and that is (my husband had to explain it to me) the men are probably not going to hear what you are actually saying, they are happy that you are speaking to them.
So, all the explanations aside, these young men were not getting the hint to go away and we were trying to tell them as politely as possible all the while buffering their invasion into our personal bubble space. Finally, annoyed, tired and still waiting for our ride, I flat out broke out my “mommy” voice (all you parents know what I’m speaking of.. the one where anyone who is a 5 miles radius knows that person is in trouble) and told the young man he was all done. I believe I may have also signed the word “all done” as I do every day when I’m speaking to my children and the little ones I watch. I told him to please leave us alone or he wasn’t going to like the consequences. (What exactly were the consequences? Was I going to stand him in the corner?) Well, luckily, either because they figured I was too much of a road block in getting to the other young lady or because there were several security and police around who heard me voicing my annoyance, the young man finally left with his two wing men in tow. Or maybe, there were just a few other pretty ladies around who would’ve been ecstatic at the prospect of his drunk come on.
Unfortunately, as we walked to meet our ride up the street, we caught up to the very same young men, the one who promptly turned to me and said “You’re the one who told me ‘all done’” (Kudos to him for remembering a conversation which took place five minutes prior…) I nodded my head, resolved not to say anything and waited impatiently for any of the signals to change. However, my resolution was short lived when he continued and said “You were speaking to me like I was a child.”
Before I could help myself, I spouted out, “Well, if you are going to behave like a two year old and not listen, that’s how I’m going talk to you.”
His buddies of course burst into laughter, saying I just told him off and, not wanting this to turn into anything but a blunt conversation, hurried across the cross walk. My friends of course, laughed about it as well, saying perhaps I needed to get out a little more. Maybe they are right.. but then again, maybe they aren’t. I suppose I could’ve just tried to ignore, but I feel occasionally, people do need reminding of respecting other people’s space, words, feelings, etc.
So.. there’s the term. Mom-ed. I had just told a young man, who was probably not that much younger than myself the same type of thing I would tell my seven year old. And men, the next time a woman smiles, nods her head, and tells you to have a good night, please take the hint and leave. It would save us all a lot of hassle and make me look like less of a bitch because I won’t have to break out my mom voice.