*shudders*
seedy guys. ugh! omg, walking back to the interchange after the orchestra thing (stupid chris not giving me a lift), and some guy is riding his bike, and stops to talk to me. i thought i knew him, so stopped to say hi. BIG mistake! he was 40ish- yuk, and just kept coming on to me. invited me to about fifty different parties (ok, not quite), and worse- gave me his number and got mine!!! coz i had my phone out, so i couldnt give him the wrong number (rejection hotline, anyone?), and it would have been really impolite to not accept his. argh!!! i hate being polite.
like, ok- i can handle a random talking to me. no big deal. i'm even ok with seedy guys, although its better if they're not twice my age. but a lot of my usual tactics involve avoiding phone numbers. and getting hints. as in- "look, i've got to go. i'm meeting my boyfriend" (hey, he doesnt know i'm single...). correct response to that is accepting rejection, but no. "when you're done with a boy, you can call a real man". FUCK!!!!!!! seedy fucking bastard. ugh.
like, ok- i can handle a random talking to me. no big deal. i'm even ok with seedy guys, although its better if they're not twice my age. but a lot of my usual tactics involve avoiding phone numbers. and getting hints. as in- "look, i've got to go. i'm meeting my boyfriend" (hey, he doesnt know i'm single...). correct response to that is accepting rejection, but no. "when you're done with a boy, you can call a real man". FUCK!!!!!!! seedy fucking bastard. ugh.