He was a distant friend’s husband. Suave, well-groomed and charming at first sight. He was courteous enough to get me a drink but not condescending to assume what it would be.
After the perfunctory exchange of small talk, we got around to talking of the meatier things. Books, movies, passions, hobbies, etc., which led us to the topic of his work. I asked him if he enjoyed what he was doing. He seemed quite content. “It brings in the money and maybe that is reason enough to enjoy it,” he said.
He asked me how I kept myself “busy”. His words. I said I wrote/edited web content and that the writing bit kept me sane. His face broke into a big smile. “I’m so glad that you found your niche. Few women can do that. I’m impressed with the stuff that you’re doing because most women don’t.” I had related to him nothing extraordinary, just what my work life entailed but he sounded immensely impressed. And all of a sudden that charm had turned into condescension.
Well mister, most women don’t because men like you also want/tolerate trophy wives at home while complimenting other women.
While I loved what he said and it gave me quite a high, it wasn’t the best thing to hear.