Is this, like, a joke?

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Question #1: When did walking by yourself become code/free-for-all for random men to come talk to you?

Question #2: Do men *really* think that driving alongside me in their car and saying they've 'seen me around' is really going in endear them to me?

Question #2a: Do they not understand that 'I've seen you around' rings bad stalkery bells?

Question #2b: Do they really think I'm going to give them my name and number?

Question #3: Why am I always a 'bitch' when I refuse to acknowledge their creepyness?

Question #4: WTF sort of bullshit is this?

Comments

[shoewhore.livejournal.com]

I personally like the guys who pull up next to you at a stop light in their 1982 Buick Regal that has expired plates, a muffler that's dragging behind them, and enough rust and corrosion on the body that mice sometimes mistake it for a piece of cheese... However! They have $2,000 rims on the car and a stereo system loud enough to be heard in Siberia.

I especially like it when you happen to look in that direction and they think it's because you're interested and they started asking for your phone number... Which they have to scream over the din of the 10,000 watts of bass coming out of their speakers and then get indignant when you're not willing to offer your digits up.

Yes. Because I like giving my phone numbers to random strangers driving down the street. *boggles*

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I especially like it when you happen to look in that direction and they think it's because you're interested and they started asking for your phone number... Which they have to scream over the din of the 10,000 watts of bass coming out of their speakers and then get indignant when you're not willing to offer your digits up.

Word, dude, just word.

[shoewhore.livejournal.com]

Oh wait! I almost forgot about the mid-life crisis guys! You know... The old, greasy, sweaty looking guys in silk shirts who think they're hip because they're hanging out in a bar with young folks. And they get so blasted drunk, they can barely stand, let alone speak... And after they've spit in your face for 5 minutes (while you're desperately looking for an escape route), telling you how beautiful you are and spinning tails of whisking you off to Hawaii (when in reality, they're probably broker than we are) on exotic vacations, only to be absolutely DUMBFOUNDED when after you've escaped and they see you a few hours later with someone else, they get insulted as though you have just cheated on them or something.

Those guys are fun... Yeah... About as fun as poking myself in the eye repeatedly with dull pencils.