[.6]ugh... men <3
So far, I think I’ve been hit on by five guys in the past ~thinks~ seven months I’ve been with Squee.
First there was weird anime guy who took me home. It wasn’t like he actually hit on me; it was more like a really friendly gesture. After our last anime meeting together (ironically in a comic shop) Taxi-hat (because I don’t want to give out real names), small, talks a lot Asian man and I hung around talking about how our meeting got recognition in the local news paper.
We walk back to the parking lot, luckily in the same direction as my house (so I don’t look like a tool when I leave the grouping on foot). Taxi-hat kept talking to me… and he naturally has a stutter (which is cute…sorry Squee. v__v), but it was more prevalent when he talked with me, alone. Anyway, I’m trying to break away from the conversation, cuz it’s not exactly spring yet, but he won’t let me go, finally he says he has something to do, I make my way to the sidewalk only to have him chime in with, “Hey, you look cold, you want a ride?”
{Of course I want a ride, that’s what I’ve been standing here for!}
So I hop in and the ride home was… interesting. First, he needed to find the right music to drive home to, second…. His car was cold FREEZING! v__v
I get home and I don’t know what to say besides, “thank you so much, I’ll see you next meet up.” I hop out, push the door closed and trot up the steps.
{what am I, some lippenstein horse?}
T_T; he watched me the whole way into my house… I could see him when I closed the door and sat in the stairwell, peeping at him while he waited outside my house… was I suppose to go back out and kiss him? What was he waiting for? T_T;
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Second was awkward guy at my job, this fuck is like 50 years old and expects me to talk to him? Nuhuh, I couldn’t bare to be out on the librarian flow with him lurking through the isles, yet, I didn’t want him to hit on the younger girls who like playing with older people like that. So I braved it, and walked around, shelving my cart when he wasn’t present, but when he reared his ugly head, I made sure I was busying myself. He scared me, every time he was able to catch me when I wasn’t around someone… he’d look at me… with this… horrid glaze in his eyes… like he wanted to rape me.
{brief interlude:
before I go on, I just want everyone to know how sad this is for me, being like somewhere around 5’7.5 and 170lbs -feels more like 280lbs-
~shut up and finish the damn stories, no one cares how much you weigh~
-I do. T_T-
O_O
:interlude over >__>}
I highly doubt anyone as small as he was could rape me, but the thought still crossed my mind. He was like 6’0 but really, really, skinny. Anyway, it got to the point where my boss noticed it and told him to leave (she useful! YAY, it’s about time). So yeah… on to number three.
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Number three and four were just street trash, cat callers. I don’t like to walk around at night, but when I do, I get into a conflict with them. t_t; I don’t think they’re actually hitting on my either… More or less, they see a really big chest and want to inquire if I’m a slut.
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Finally five, the tattoo guy. He was nice, but I didn’t really think he was… umm… my type? I mean he was cute and all, but it was just weird. I was on my way to this really cool clothing store a few blocks from my house and on the way up the steps to the store I run into an “ex-friend” (ex because she’s just a straight up tramp and likes to screw with everyone you may have a thing for). >_<;
{another brief interlude:
there’s this friend I have, Ponnie. He is a really sweet and cute person, at least… before he let that tramp suck all over his person like a dog to a dry bone. I really liked him too, but now that he’s been tainted with the diseases of “her” I can’t even look at him.
interlude over}
She invites me to see her get a tattoo and that’s when I meet crazy cute tattoo artist. He glances straight into my eyes, then right to my boobs. x__x Obviously he isn’t looking for anything besides a good time… so I kinda keep my distance, but he keeps trying to touch me. t_t
What is it with guys and touching? I mean, I like being touched… but it’s just weird when it’s directly out of left field like:
Girl-“hi, how are you today?”
Boy- “Oh, I’m kinda sad…”
Girl- “aww, what’s wrong?”
Boy- “ I can’t find my socks” ~touches her arm~
Girl- O_O; ~sweatdrops~
WTH!? See, completely out of left field. O_o; Anyway, yeah… those are my boy stories for now. I have like… oodles of them, but I don’t want Squee to find me “trampy” Even though, everything I did was in good taste. <3