Is this, like, a joke?
Jul. 7th, 2004 01:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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?
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?
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Date: 2004-07-07 04:48 pm (UTC)Walking down the street in leftover dancewear, and hearing, "I really like the way your top shows off your boobs."
This one was ethnically unique: at a rest stop in Louisiana, a Cajun man wandered up to me and commented as to how he liked my "Bazooms".
There was the gas station attendant (aside: okay, did that date me at all? Most of you didn't know that actual humans used to come out and pump your gas for you)who was intrigued that I did not shave my legs up to my navel (and yes, this was the seventies, why do you ask?). He expressed the unique opinion that obviously I was some kind of slut who humped gas station attendents at the drop of a ...hat.
Move on to the eighties: a female friend and I in a bar get to listen to the fascinating comment that our "new friend" has a woodie. This interesting fact was delivered at full volume over the new wave band.
I attribute the bad male behaviour on the serious lack of true flirting skills. No one has taught these poor things any better. And it's obviously not a new development (as attributed to Mrs. Emily Longbottom, in A.J. Hall's LoPiverse, where she explains the importance of hat pins).
So take heart; you will treasure these incidents as cocktail party fodder in years to come. Well, maybe more like hen party fodder.