While I had confessed to having a web site during my job interview - full disclosure and all that - I had planned on keeping my lips tightly sealed with regards to sharing said website with my new co-workers. No one has mentioned it since I started, and I figure they pretty much forgot about it. You know where this is leading, don't you? Oh, yes. Yesterday at work, while working in the Off-Site with the Perky Little Girl with the Pixie Haircut (who needs a much better alias I know), I got to talking about my upcoming vacation, i.e., JournalCon. She asked me about it, and since I'm not all that comfortable with lying to someone's face, I told her. Everything.

Gah! Luckily she didn't ask to read it, and I'm not sure I'd give her the URL if she did. But anyway, now she knows.

Actually she thought it was pretty cool, which I guess just goes to show how more computer savvy the world is becoming. She didn't ask what a "blog” or "online diary" was when I said I had them, and thought it was pretty neat that I write online. Then she told me a story and gave me full permission to print it. Here. Online. Not one to turn away from some possibly good material, I agreed.

Now, Pixie Girl has had an interesting life thus far including, but not limited to, a career in the Navy and a hobby of running marathons. But, really those are her stories to tell, should she choose to tell them. The story she told me was about her father and her brother sharing a similar experience and the two different ways each handled it.

Her father, as she tells it, was a strapping young Navy man when one evening he was at a club in San Francisco accompanied by the woman who would become her mother. They were having a great time until another young many approached them and propositioned him. Being from "that generation", her father became insulted and angry, and sucker punched the guy in the face. He spent the night in the brig for his troubles, but never regretted it.

Fast forward many, many years when times and attitudes have calmed somewhat, and we find her brother enjoying himself at a club one evening in San Francisco when he was propositioned by another young man. Rather than take his father's path of insult and violence, Pixie's brother simply smiled and said, "Why, thank you!"

Funny how times change, isn't it?