One year, two of my closest friends, Mitch and Andrew, had a beard growing contest. I don’t think it was for Movember or anything important; they just wanted to see who could go without shaving the longest. Anyway, one day Andrew walks in, completely clean shaven. 

“What happened?” I asked.

“Mustache awareness,” he replied. “The sudden sensation that there is hair on your lip and it isn’t going away.”

I was thinking about this yesterday after a trip to Game Stop, in which I suddenly remembered I was a woman, not just a person.

I was actually visiting the store to get Uncharted 3 for Andrew for Christmas. I walked straight toward the PS3 section. Immediately, and I mean immediately, the customer browsing next to me says to me:

“Looking for a game for one of your friends?”

A moment of internal turmoil. I get that he’s basically calling me out on not being a gamer. And I’m pretty sure he came to that conclusion because I’m a girl. 

“Yes.” 

He asks me which game and I tell him, and he quickly finds me the wrong game – some sort of add-on for Uncharted 2. I told him thanks but no thanks and left pretty quickly afterward. I ended up getting the game at Best Buy where nobody approached me.

You know what would have been even better? Buying the damn thing online.