This had me seething with rage yesterday.
Some people may think that my stories of being hit on are silly and "Well gee I'd give anything to get hit on once in a while..." well, you can have these perverts and freaks and creepers.
I got home from the gym yesterday (mind you, covered in sweat and wearing track pants and a wife beater, hair in a ponytail about to come loose) and while I waited for the computer to get going, I went outside to get the mail, since I'm really lazy about getting my mail and tend to wait a week or more at a time. I'm sure the mailman hates me.
Anyway, I get to my little box and a van pulls up to the mailboxes. I don't think anything of it until I hear "Hey hot stuff!"
I look up with an automatic angry scowl on my face. Just the way this guy looked had "creeper" stamped across his forehead. I huffed a "Hello" back to the freak, hoping he'd get the hint right away that I was not interested and to get the hell away from me.
That wasn't enough. "What would I have to do to get you to go on a date with me?"
I scowled harder and nearly started cursing at him, but thank the lord he got the hint and started driving away.
While it probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, I stayed in that general area and walked slowly on the sidewalk instead of back to my apartment until he got to the stop sign and I was sure he was leaving. I didn't want him to see which building I went into. I sure hope he didn't double back or watch behind him.
Can a girl even get her effing mail without being hassled by some loser?
Some people may think that my stories of being hit on are silly and "Well gee I'd give anything to get hit on once in a while..." well, you can have these perverts and freaks and creepers.
I got home from the gym yesterday (mind you, covered in sweat and wearing track pants and a wife beater, hair in a ponytail about to come loose) and while I waited for the computer to get going, I went outside to get the mail, since I'm really lazy about getting my mail and tend to wait a week or more at a time. I'm sure the mailman hates me.
Anyway, I get to my little box and a van pulls up to the mailboxes. I don't think anything of it until I hear "Hey hot stuff!"
I look up with an automatic angry scowl on my face. Just the way this guy looked had "creeper" stamped across his forehead. I huffed a "Hello" back to the freak, hoping he'd get the hint right away that I was not interested and to get the hell away from me.
That wasn't enough. "What would I have to do to get you to go on a date with me?"
I scowled harder and nearly started cursing at him, but thank the lord he got the hint and started driving away.
While it probably wasn't the smartest thing to do, I stayed in that general area and walked slowly on the sidewalk instead of back to my apartment until he got to the stop sign and I was sure he was leaving. I didn't want him to see which building I went into. I sure hope he didn't double back or watch behind him.
Can a girl even get her effing mail without being hassled by some loser?
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