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	<title>Comments on: Lighten Up with a Laugh</title>
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		<title>By: Julie Brown</title>
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		<dc:creator>Julie Brown</dc:creator>
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		<description>I rarely find myself noticing when men are being sexist or derogatory around women.  I have had people point out situations to me, where that may have happened, but for whatever reason, it is not one of my sticking points.  I believe it is because I see myself beyond that behavior.

BUT - this blog reminds me of a time when I was able to deflect a potentially embarrasing situation... meeting humor, with humor.  When I was in high school, I was standing in the lunchline.  Behind me was a very attractive upper classman, who I knew of, but didn&#039;t know personally.  He looked over at me and asked, &quot;Would you like to go out with me?&quot;  I was mortified.  He was popular, and attractive, and like many high school girls, my self esteem was in the gutter, so I knew he must be joking.  Should I cry?  Scream? Run Away?  Accept, and see what happens?  

I chose none of these.  For whatever reason, the perfect answer came in the words, &quot;Maybe Tomorrow.&quot;  He smiled, and started laughing. So, too, did I. The mood eased, and the most awkward moment of my life was averted.  

These words are forever memorialized on my license plate and one of my personal email addresses: mab2mro.  

Sam, thanks for bringing back that memory.  I will need to catch that movie when it comes out on DVD.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I rarely find myself noticing when men are being sexist or derogatory around women.  I have had people point out situations to me, where that may have happened, but for whatever reason, it is not one of my sticking points.  I believe it is because I see myself beyond that behavior.</p>
<p>BUT &#8211; this blog reminds me of a time when I was able to deflect a potentially embarrasing situation&#8230; meeting humor, with humor.  When I was in high school, I was standing in the lunchline.  Behind me was a very attractive upper classman, who I knew of, but didn&#8217;t know personally.  He looked over at me and asked, &#8220;Would you like to go out with me?&#8221;  I was mortified.  He was popular, and attractive, and like many high school girls, my self esteem was in the gutter, so I knew he must be joking.  Should I cry?  Scream? Run Away?  Accept, and see what happens?  </p>
<p>I chose none of these.  For whatever reason, the perfect answer came in the words, &#8220;Maybe Tomorrow.&#8221;  He smiled, and started laughing. So, too, did I. The mood eased, and the most awkward moment of my life was averted.  </p>
<p>These words are forever memorialized on my license plate and one of my personal email addresses: mab2mro.  </p>
<p>Sam, thanks for bringing back that memory.  I will need to catch that movie when it comes out on DVD.</p>
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