AUUUUGH YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG.

[rapunzelita]

(Yup, still alive. I sprained my ankle kind of badly on Saturday, I have to wear a splint, it's all very badass-looking. Apart from that, I'm doing good!)

Maybe it's just me, but I hate, hate, hate being hit on (in the flirtatious sense) in the street. It just makes me squirm. Talking to a random guy whose single preoccupation is to have sex with

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[tsubaki_hime]

Pffffffffff
*ajoute aux souvenirs*

[rapunzelita]

Contente que ça plaise. Je devrais apprendre à envoyer balader les gens avec plus de fermeté.

[ylg]

Hope your ankle heals nice and fast so you can kick his stupid ass the next time such a moron tries hitting on you XD

[rapunzelita]

OH YEAH. Hope so too (if only so I can go to the music festival thing on june 21st).

Sérieusement, plus le temps passe et plus je me dis qu'il faudrait que j'apprenne un peu à me battre. Pas nécéssairement pour ce genre de cas (snober, ça marche mieux), mais de manière générale.

Plus généralement à propos des dragueurs lourds, d'un côté je me dis que je suis trop gentille et qu'il faudrait que je fasse comprendre plus fermement que non, désolée, pas intéressée, va te faire, mais d'un autre, ça me fait je vois pas pourquoi ça serait à moi de rectifier mon comportement juste parce que ce genre de gars est insupportablement collant...

[brewsternorth]

ça me fait je vois pas pourquoi ça serait à moi de rectifier mon comportement juste parce que ce genre de gars est insupportablement collant...

That's just what a couple of people on my f'list have been talking about. Yes, it's probably not a bad idea for women to learn assertiveness/self-defence skills, but the fact remains they shouldn't have to put them into practice. People including women are nobody's property but their own.

(sorry to rant, but there's been some Very Serious posts by aforementioned f'listies regarding times when women have had worse than people hitting on them in the street...)

[rapunzelita]

Oh, don't worry! I've been reading some of those posts (and some older posts on the same subject), and those really make me think. On my way home, I was thinking that the mechanisms of my situation and some of those stories I read are essentially the same.

One thing that's really puzzling is: If people use those flirting techniques, does it mean there's an important succes ratio? I mean, I've talked to a lot of straight/bi girls (to make sure it wasn't just a matter of sexual orientation), and none of them actually enjoy being hit on like that. I know I tend to hang out with the geeky crowds who don't enjoy social interaction all that much when it comes to strangers, but I have yet to meet someone (even a vague friend of a friend) who actually once met a boyfriend/sexual partner/just friend through this particular channel.

[flo_nelja]

Putain, ça t'arrive tous les deux mois, des boulets comme ça ? Ou c'était juste celui d'aujourd'hui...
Je veux dire, il le sait, qu'il perd son temps, après un certain niveau de va te faire foutre !
*balance un coup de pied bien placé virtuel*

(Sans rapport : j'avance dans les anthologies des Fantastic Four, et il faut que je te parle des, hum, possibilités de Nick Fury/Reed Richards *morte de rire*)

[ylg]

Tu sais, à moi il n'y a pas si longtemps ça m'arrivait environ une fois par semaine, du printemps à l'automne. Maintenant, plus qu'une fois par mois, youpi.

[flo_nelja]

Je ne parle pas des dragueurs lourds en général, je parle de ceux qui mettent autant de temps à comprendre que c'est non. C'est complètement sous-optimal, comme stratégie, même pour eux. Pendant tout ce temps, ils auraient pu tenter avec quelqu'un d'autre !

Moi ça m'arrive beaucoup plus rarement, bien sûr, mais quand je finis par leur dire "Je vous ai laissé [n] minutes pour essayer de me convaincre que vous étiez mon genre, et en fait, désolée mais pas du tout.", ben ils s'en vont. ^^

[ylg]

C'est ce que j'avais compris : oui, des dragueurs aussi lourds que celui-là. D'accord, j'ai un mal fou à leur dire fermement "non", mais même les fois où j'ai pris sur moi, rassemblé mon courage et les ai envoyés paître... ils se sont encore accrochés de longues minutes avant de finir par se lasser.

[filkerdave]

Ugh. I hope the ankle heals.

Do you mind if I point my girlfriend to this post? She'll probably be singing "Amen, sister!" at the top of her lungs

[rapunzelita]

The doctor (somehow I really want to capitalize the D, haha) says it's nothing too bad, but I have to wear the splint for about ten days anyway, otherwise my ankle will be permanently weakened. The bothering part of this is that I intended to do some Serious Job-Hunting™ this week, and it'll have to wait for a while longer. But mostly it's not too bad, I can walk almost normally. For some reason, the only thing that hurts is going down a flight of stairs. (Guess where my room is? Upstairs. And guess where the kitchen with all the delicious chocolate is...?)

Of course I don't mind! Go on ! :)

[filkerdave]

Job hunting isn't all online? Or is it the sorts of jobs you're looking for require being there and saying, "Here I am! Hire me!" (or, more likely for Strasbourg, "Je suis ici ! Engagez-moi !")

[rapunzelita]

Alas, not for lousy student jobs! Those still require the use of Ye Olde-Fashionède Feete. Especially when the only diploma I can boast (with? of?) is the baccalauréat... I suppose I could do some of it online, but I'd rather have fully functional feet in case I need to walk anyway.

And honestly, even if I could do it all online, I still wouldn't want to go to a job interview with a sprained ankle, if only because most of my serious-looking shoes (as opposed to my oh god so worn out but so comfortable shoes) aren't sprain-friendly. Or splint-friendly, for that matter. So I'll wait.

[rapunzelita]

Really annoying random guys in the street who just can't swallow their MANLY PRIDE? Augh. Happened to me TWICE, even!