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I worked in a convenience store for several years; I seemed to be a magnet for drunk, creepy, dirty old men. One guy who was in his 80's always made it a point to grab my fingers as I handed him back his change. Eeeeeeuu. *shudder*
The most memorable: this guy staggered in, obviously drunk, looked at me, and slurred: "Are you single?"
Me: "NO." (I quickly learned that it's a lot easier to lie than to explain to drunk, creepy, dirty old men why I don't want to go out with them)
Drunk Guy: "Aw, damn. Are you married?"
Me: "YES." (another lie: I also quickly learned to wear a silver band on my ring finger, to help such lies look a little more convincing)
Drunk Guy, clearly disappointed: "Aaaw, damn!"
....long, thoughtful pause....
Drunk Guy: "Are you happily married??"
...yeah, that totally makes me want to date someone.
Do you have a picture? I wanna show Santa what I want for Christmas this year.
*snicker* That's awesome. I love it.
Now, I just need to lose enough of my sanity to think that line will work when I use it
I've never been hit on at work. I've been smiled at a couple times, and there was a decent quick flirt session on a bus once, but honestly, I'm oblivious enough to have actually been hit on and have it fly right over my head. Then again, I probably didn't miss it. I'm nothin' special to look at. My attributes lie elsewhere.
One of the benefits (for me) of having had my kids young, is seeing my teenage boys get really annoyed when guys occasionally check me out.
There is an Indian buffet that me and my older son go to on occasion, and he's just exasperated when we leave because he doesn't understand 'why those dude's LIKE me' so much. I told him I wished I got hit on everywhere like I do at the Indian buffet, because it doesn't happen NEARLY as often anywhere else.
Yeah, he was somewhat less than amused by that.
Then there's the people that give me and my older son looks like we're a couple. I'm 38 and look my age or maybe a little younger and he is 20, but looks about 5 years older because he's big and has a beard. Thing is, we look EXACTLY alike, so I wonder just what they're thinking as they stare.
What can I say? Teenage boys and their mommy's are a STRANGE thing.
So you and your son are the ones in this video.
Go to this link and scroll down to "Xenodrene offers you this X-Rated Body" (second box).
"I don't have to be petty. The Universe does that for me."
Go to this link and scroll down to "Xenodrene offers you this X-Rated Body" (second box).
Meh... total rip-off...
Bill: That's my mom, dude!
Ted: Your mom is hot.
^-.-^
Faith is about what you do. It's about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It's about making sacrifices for the good of others. - Dresden
I haven't been hit on at work in a very long time. I've acquired this very bitchy, snobby look. Mostly it was unintentional, because I was so stressed out so often that it was hard for me not to look like I was going to kill someone. So it has stuck and has been hard to get rid of. But now that I've noticed it sends a lot of undesireable guys the other direction, I think I'll keep it.
I should have remembered that one, especially since it was reversed in the next movie. I'm going to have to watch them both again, a double header evening.
"I don't have to be petty. The Universe does that for me."
"Heeey, ladies!"
"I need to talk to your manager about making you clean the windows! ...do you want to go to dinner?"
"You like..uh..video games...uhhh...girl..."
"So, uh, my uh, my gamertag is Something2!"
Sweetie, honey, baby, sugar, love, doll, etc, etc, etc.
Yeah, as much as I'm about to be single right now, I prefer not getting hit on at work. It's mostly very creepy.
However, the best story comes from my mom:
Guy walks up to her as she's buying a cookie from a kiosk in the mall and says, "You represent all the cookies in the world, and if I had a Lexus I'd drive you around in it." She gets hit on a lot by people she's judging in court, too.
Yeah, as much as I'm about to be single right now, I prefer not getting hit on at work. It's mostly very creepy.
How about out of work? I make a lovely Night Elf Rogue, and can offer some great cover fire.
Seriously, I appreciate the ladies in our local gaming community. They put up with things I never could. Of course, one of them is a second degree blackbelt in Tae Kwon Do.
The Rich keep getting richer because they keep doing what it was that made them rich. Ditto the Poor.
"Hy kan tell dey is schmot qvestions, dey is makink my head hurt."
Hoc spatio locantur.
How about out of work? I make a lovely Night Elf Rogue, and can offer some great cover fire.
Wait, wait. How do you offer cover fire as a rogue? That's more of a 'sap 'em and say goodnight' sort of class.
^-.-^
Faith is about what you do. It's about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It's about making sacrifices for the good of others. - Dresden
How about out of work? I make a lovely Night Elf Rogue, and can offer some great cover fire.
Seriously, I appreciate the ladies in our local gaming community. They put up with things I never could. Of course, one of them is a second degree blackbelt in Tae Kwon Do.
That does help
Speaking as someone who FINALLY got his (probationary) black belt in that same martial art, I could appreciate a geek girl who had a second degree...particularly since you could work off any stress at each other during sparring
Seriously, you'd be amazed at how intense martial art women can be. I never fought her myself, but there was a third degree black belt at our studio (she quit before I began sparring)...I'd guess mid twenties, just over 5 feet. All the males on the dad's side of my family (me and my brother included) easily break six feet.
The woman could mop the floor with my brother (hell, with most of the studio!) and smile while doing it.
And a little more on topic, one of the almost-black-belts is just younger than me, asian, very cute, and I'm honestly not sure if we're flirting or not. Not quite the workplace, but still, had to put that somewhere!
At my ACTUAL workplace...I've never been actively hit on, but the early-twenties, cute-smiling mother gets hit on just about every damn day. Wonder why that could be?
Your true character is who you are when no one is looking.
--Unknown
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