The ironically affirming doormen
Me (mtf) and my husband (ftm) moved to our new home, it’s an apartment in a small condominium. We are living here with almost no contact with our “previous lives”
Some persons we have s lot of contact are the doormen (not sure this is the best term, not native English speaker). We got our dog, who was still living with my parents while we were settling things up, and I had to carry several things, which one of the doormen said “Hey miss, do you need help?”, I don’t like refusing help so I accepted
I thanked him and we split up. Then I started talking to my husband “They are so nice, right? They help us with these things all the time”
My husband looked at me with a face like this “😑”. Then it clicked, I asked “They offer to help you as well, right? They helped me several times already”. He said “Obviously not! Sometimes I’m carrying a LOT of things and they just keep looking, sometimes they ‘thumbs up’ to me”
This moment I understood, it’s not that we have nice people as doormen (I mean, they are, I think), but they read me as the correct gender and are more willing to assist me. This experience is just too funny to me, my husband is having a harder time tho, but he is happy that they are reading him correctly as well, he is carrying a lot of weight, but he is “one of the guys, and he doesn’t need help”.
We are living the best moment of our lives 🤭