Admit it, you either like them or you hate them.
Most people begin to immediately make assumptions about a person as soon as they hear a voice that doesn’t sound like their own.
Whether the assumptions carry any weight or not, that’s just how our minds seem to work.
You know that when you hear a southern, a
, a New York , a British, an Indian accent you already think that you know something about the person. A little slow perhaps? Snooty? Sophisticated? Boston
I’ll admit I’ve been a little swayed by a lovely accent before; I’ve dated Irish, British and Italian men. But underneath the soliloquy, they’re just dudes. We all know that there are assholes in every nationality.
These makes me think of a guy I once met on a dating site. We started out texting, which is how I prefer things to go, then, late one night, he called me.
“Wow, you have an accent!” Was his initial comment.
“Yea, I know, I’m not a
native.” I reply, thinking it will be the end of the discussion about my accent. Which, by the way, isn’t a bad accent at all. And the longer I live here, the slighter it becomes. Cincinnati
But… it went on and on…
“From looking at you, I’d never guess you had a country accent!”
I may not look like a country girl, but, underneath all this ink… I am one.
I’ve always thought that I sounded like a hick and even as my accent becomes slighter, there are words that I know I’ll never be able to say “right”. But that’s ok, that’s part of my charm.
Anyway, he kept going on and on about my accent, even trying to mimic it (or mock, I’m not sure). I began to feel a little offended. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have a chip on my shoulder, and I can accept some good natured teasing, but for fuck’s sake, he wouldn’t let it go.
I was sooooooo relieved when he got another call that he had to take.
Now, he could have been a perfectly nice guy who was a little nervous, not a good conversationalist or just a total dunce, I don’t know.
I have to put him in the same category as the guy who said I looked like a really cute cartoon character.
Oh yea, before I forget to mention it, TrippyBeth is smitten.
I know, look out and batten down the hatches!!
I don’t know if it will go anywhere, not sure if he’s smitten or not, all I know, right now, is that I like spending time with him…
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