There’s this guy in my neighborhood. He’s in his 60s, 70s, maybe? Retired. Obviously bored. He spends the first several hours of his day walking his tribe of little sausage dogs, one by one.
Every day when I walk my own dogs, without fail we run into each other. And every day, pretty much without fail, he comments on my appearance: “Your hair’s getting long.” “Where’s your shorts?” “Here comes the prettiest girl in the neighborhood.” etc.
I can tell he thinks he’s being friendly and charming. But it’s always grated on my nerves, and after months and months of this, I’d really like to put a stop to it. Because seriously buddy, I don’t really care what you think about my appearance. If I did, I would’ve asked.
However, I don’t want to be rude about it, because a) I can tell his intent is to be friendly, and I don’t want to meet friendly intent with aggression; and b) I have to live near this guy and see him every day, you know? Best not to piss off the neighbors if you can’t help it.
Still, it’s getting to the point where I dread the latter part of our morning walk, because I know I’ll run into him. And I can’t just change the time I take the dogs out, because I mean it, he’s out there from 7 AM to 11 AM every morning; and nor can I change our route because there’s only one way into my cul-de-sac, and he’s usually on it.
I’ve tried telling him that I can’t come over because our rescue dog doesn’t like little dogs. (He could give a shit.) I’ve tried changing the time I take my dogs out. (But like I said, he’s always there.) I’ve tried ignoring the comment, or responding in monosyllables, or making annoyed faces in response. (But he ignores subtle body language cues.) I’ve even tried saying, “Don’t let my husband hear you say that.” (And I sort of hated myself for doing it, because I can fight my own battles, dammit.)
At this point, I need to do something more; but I’m not entirely sure what. Any ideas, chumblrs?