I consider myself to be a worldly woman; a woman who has had some experience with life in general and who isn't a naive.  I'm not a little girl who's afraid of her own shadow, and I don't need a man - or anyone else - to look after me, I can do that quite adequately by myself.

However, until today I hadn't met anyone who made me want to scrub myself clean in the shower after being in their presence. 

I had cause to call a maintenance man out.  The cause isn't important, but the man who came out is the reason I'm writing this article; he's the one who caused me to feel gross.

This man is the creepiest, slimiest man I've ever met.  Until I met him, I was slightly doubtful of women who reported men making them feel physically dirty just by looking at them.  Now, however, I know exactly what they're talking about.

Ick.

I've seen him before, but my husband was home the last time he came out so I didn't have to deal with him.  I got a slight 'eew, don't look at me' feeling from him, but I didn't really think too much of it because it happens from time to time.  Today, though....this was a full-on gross-out slime-fest. 

He's one of these people who, if you've done something, he's done it twice.  If you got an 'A' grade, he got an 'A' plus.  He acts as if he knows everything there is to know about pretty much everything - he is, in other words, an insufferable know-it-all. 

But it's not his attitude that makes me feel dirty, and it's not his physical appearance either.  He's overweight and untidy - a slob, in other words - and he's not handsome by a long shot, but none of those things are the cause of my reaction to him.  I don't know exactly what it is that makes me feel the way I do, but I do know that he's the only man in my 38 years of being on this planet that has managed to make me want to take a shower after being in his presence. 

The thought of him thinking about me - in ANY way - makes me shudder.  I want to call him and tell him to erase any and all memories of me from his mind and under NO circumstances is he to use me as spank fodder.  The thought of that nasty, fat, disgusting slob masturbating to thoughts of me makes me want to vomit. 

Ick, again.

The thing is, I'm not scared of him.  I didn't run and lock all the doors after he left, and I'm not going to insist on my husband being present should he have to come to our home again.  He doesn't frighten me, he just makes me feel dirty and nasty and disgusting.  I wish I knew why; if I knew the cause I might be able to do something about it.

As it is, I'm just going to have to shower after every maintenance call!