Work. Jews for Jesus. Men.

I'm at work right now. My client has eaten and is resting peacefully. I don't know why but for the past few days a memory keeps popping up. I was either still in elementary school or it was very early middle school. I was in church and it was a night service. That night a group called Jews for Jesus was there. One of them was leading the service. For some reason the children (my age) were sitting in the first three rows. The man asked all the girls who dreamed of being married someday to raise our hands. I don't remember why he asked that but he did. Maybe only one or two girls raised their hands. I didn't raise mine. The low number of hands raised seemed to surprise the man. Suddenly one of the deacons, whose name I will withhold, shouted (and I do mean shouted) from across the isle "they all think about it and if they say they don't, they're lying!" Then all of the girls had to raise our hands. Even as a child I remember thinking like how the fuck does he know what I think about? That has always been something that greatly irritates me. When men, especially men, act like they know me better than I know myself. Men telling me what to do. Oddly, I've chosen lovers who were just like this. Thankfully though, I love myself differently and have found my voice. Funny the things I remember.