Invoking Patrick...
Dec. 10th, 2002 02:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katsterI went and hung out with Luns again. We didn't do much, except for wait for an hour and a half for a bus that wasn't coming (thank you AC Transit, you suck...) and I got a strange proposition.
This guy walks up to where Luns and I were goofing off. Asks me the time. I look at my watch and tell him.
He stands there for a bit, like he's waiting for the bus. Then he turns to Luns and I again and goes, "Are you married?"
Luns and I look at each other, and both of us kinda just say, "Naw, just friends." I add, "Old friends."
He thinks for a second. Then he goes, "The reason I was asking that is because I think you're beautiful. Would you mind going out on a date with me?"
I say, "No, no, I don't think so."
He goes, "You probably think I'm a dirty old man for asking...."
And I say, "Naw, it's just I have a boyfriend."
"Oh, sorry."
And he wanders away. There are some weird fucking people in this town.
I just hate that sort of situation, because it reminds me of fscking high school...but that's a story in and of itself that I don't really want to get into, because of the pain value. Short of it, is that I came to believe that the words "I love you" were only meant to mock.
...and that's that. Just angry, though.
This guy walks up to where Luns and I were goofing off. Asks me the time. I look at my watch and tell him.
He stands there for a bit, like he's waiting for the bus. Then he turns to Luns and I again and goes, "Are you married?"
Luns and I look at each other, and both of us kinda just say, "Naw, just friends." I add, "Old friends."
He thinks for a second. Then he goes, "The reason I was asking that is because I think you're beautiful. Would you mind going out on a date with me?"
I say, "No, no, I don't think so."
He goes, "You probably think I'm a dirty old man for asking...."
And I say, "Naw, it's just I have a boyfriend."
"Oh, sorry."
And he wanders away. There are some weird fucking people in this town.
I just hate that sort of situation, because it reminds me of fscking high school...but that's a story in and of itself that I don't really want to get into, because of the pain value. Short of it, is that I came to believe that the words "I love you" were only meant to mock.
...and that's that. Just angry, though.
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Date: 2002-12-10 05:01 am (UTC)Right now, I'm living damn near Peoria's ghetto. And those guys will flirt with ANYBODY. So I deal with it all the time. "Hi! What's yo-" "Married." "Happil-" "Yes." "Bitch." ^_^;
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Date: 2002-12-10 07:04 am (UTC)I can tell you why, but I'm not sure you'd understand.
Date: 2002-12-10 07:25 am (UTC)You're a straight guy, recently convicted of a non-violent crime. You get sent to prison. You walk out into the exercise yard the first day, to wolf whistles. People pat your butt in the chow line, and strangers ask you if you've hooked up yet.
That's about as close to the everyday female experience--particularly in high school--as most men ever come, even in their imaginations. It's one of the reasons I'm happy to be fat. Even if it's "just in fun", even if it's "normal", I don't like it. I never liked it. And why should the fact that I keep my reproductive equipment internally subject me, or any other female person, to such unwanted attentions? The only women who are generally allowed to say such things to men usually mention a price-tag up front.
Believe me, if I want your attention, I'll have ways of letting you know. And if you want my attention, you'd better come up with a better line than "I think you're beautiful." I don't care what you think of my appearance. I'd rather you didn't tell me what you think of it at all. Converse with me; find out about me. Then, if you're still interested, the chances are better that I'll be interested too.
But walking up to a person on the street, interrupting her conversation with personal questions, and asking for a date with no better reason than that she happens to click you Bic is insulting.