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Catch

  • Writer: Writer
    Writer
  • Mar 19
  • 2 min read

If you’ve been following my stories for a while, you know this blog exists for a reason.


I’ve seen my fair share of rude people. Rude customers. Rude strangers. Rude bosses. And yes… rude men. The kind who snap at cashiers, expect perfection from everyone else, disappear when things get hard, or treat the people who love them like they’re optional.


After a lifetime of experiences like that, you start to believe something. You start to believe that maybe that’s just how people are. Maybe that’s just how men are. And then… sometimes life surprises you.


That’s where Jason comes in.


Jason is quiet. Not the loud, chest-puffing kind of man who needs to dominate every room. He’s the kind of man whose presence actually calms the room down. The first thing I noticed about him wasn’t grand gestures or big speeches. It was peace. The kind of peace that makes your mind slow down for a minute. The kind where you suddenly realize you’re not waiting for the next argument, the next disappointment, or the next moment someone proves you were foolish for trusting them.


Jason doesn’t need to prove he’s a good man. He just is one. He’s the kind of man who notices things. The kind who pays attention. The kind who believes a woman standing beside him should feel protected, respected, and chosen — not managed, controlled, or ignored. The kind who opens doors. The kind who walks on the outside of the sidewalk. The kind who makes sure you get inside safely before he drives away or walks you to your car. The kind who doesn’t need a crowd to treat you well.


And after the kind of life some of us have lived, that kind of kindness can feel almost confusing. You find yourself waiting for the catch. Waiting for the moment when the mask slips. Waiting for the moment the kindness turns into something else.


But sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes a good man is just a good man. Jason speaks calmly even when things are stressful. He doesn’t compete with my strength, and he doesn’t feel threatened by my independence. Instead, he stands beside it. Encourages it. Supports it. For someone who has spent a lifetime dealing with chaos, that kind of quiet steadiness is something powerful. It reminds you of something important.


Not all men are rude. Not all people are selfish. And sometimes the person who walks into your life after all the storms isn’t there to add more thunder.


Sometimes they’re there to bring the calm. So today’s reminder isn’t about someone being rude. It’s about something even better. A reminder that kindness still exists. Because every once in a while, you meet someone who proves something wonderful.


Not all Dudes are Rude.

 
 
 

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