I'm a well read grad student who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
I helped him, and he ended up with 'you're probably a great mother.'
Cheerfully, I responded that I didn't have children.
'Well, you'll make a great mother some day.'
There was a long, and uncomfortable on my side, pause. 'No, that's not going to happen.'
'Oh, I'm sure you'll change your mind. And when you do, you'll make a great mother!'
Another really long pause. 'Um, okay, is there anything else I can help you with?'
Dude, I helped you find a book. Why does this qualify me as a great mother? And why is this the go to compliment? Am I nothing other than a womb, to spew out a child, and live in maternal bliss?
If I'm nice, if I'm helpful, if I'm patient, fine, but this doesn't mean that I'll be a great mother. You got a five minute slice of my life in which my job depended on me being all of these things.
Furthermore, stop pushing it. It's inappropriate for me to spill about my sex life over the phone, yeah, but it's apparently the only way you'll understand that I will /never/ have children because no kid is spewing forth from my womb.
Stop it. Seriously. It's none of your damn business but I responded to you. I told you I wasn't having kids.
Stop insisting I will. That's just... ugh. Yeah, a coworker and I were talking about creepy things dudes had told them, and this came up. And this is why I tend to distrust most males until I get to know them. Everyone seems to think that things will just fall into place when a child falls out of my vagina.
Thanks, guys. I'm so glad all I'm good for is getting inseminated.