I woke up at 4:50 am and puttered around my kitchen, stumbling over my own two feet to make my french press and wash the dishes. At 5:30 am, I heard a text.
Really? I thought.
“You’re not really up, are you?” he asked me.
I was so irritated I snapped back.
“Of course I am. What are you, spying on me?”
I’m sure that this exchange could be a textbook sample of “how not to get a man 101.” But honestly. Who checks up on someone before the sun is up? He is a friend. Not a boyfriend. Not someone I asked to call to wake me up.
But still, I felt bad for snapping at him, especially since I’m fairly sure he texted me because he was just praying for me.
After my time with the Lord, I made my way–still grumbling–to go grade a million papers. I was struggling to make my self-inflicted 8 am deadline for finishing response papers, when an older man decided to walk up to me and tell me a joke about Macs. I was with it, kind of, until he started to try to convince me to vote for someone else.
As I said last night, I don’t cotton on too well to older, white men telling me what to do.
I went back to grading.
Yet another older white man walked in carrying an oxygen tank and SO MUCH SWAG I didn’t even notice it.
Don’t you know he winked at me like he was about to make a move?
At this point I just had to laugh. And go with it. I had to stop seeing these men as roadblocks to the work I had to do and just graciously accept their attention as ways to (at least) keep me amused throughout the day.
But honestly, I’m a great morning person…as long as I have my french press and time with Jesus first.