This happened yesterday. I was at a bar at Clark Quay with my boyfriend and his sister.
This random guy who seemed to be quite drunk walked up to me, made some nonsense conversation and then straight up told me to remember to smile… I said what?
First to confirm he actually said that to me and he repeated it. To which I responded, I am not able to smile as long as I see your face in front of me. Then I turned away from him and jokingly told my bf I was gonna stomp this guy in his Lil micro P if he was gonna tell me that again. (Just for reference I have never stomped someone so it was obviously a joke)
His response? He pulled me away from the guy, placed himself in between us and told ME to calm down.
I have to admit I had a few beers myself as well and it probably was wise of him to diffuse the situation like that. But I can’t seem to find peace with the fact that he ‘corrected’ me instead of this guy who was rude to me.
Later in the evening, I asked my bf how many times in his life someone has told him to smile and he said zero of course.
Just because I have a V and boobs I have to smile apparently and I should not stand up for myself.