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My daughter has been suspended from school so we went out to grab some burgers for lunch. I'm wearing an admittedly low-cut top that shows off lots of cleavage -- and I have lots of it. I have no problem with people looking at what I'm showing. If I had a problem with it, I'd wear something more concealing, but this guy today was just....
(that's me)
I'm in the minivan with the Evil Princess in the front passenger seat. We're stopped at a red light when a guy in a truck pulls up next to us (only important because it put him up high enough to see into the van). I glance over at him and he looks over at me. He's maybe mid-twenties, overweight, funky hair, certainly no prize winner. Still, no big deal and I turn my attention back to the red light. Then I can see out of the corner of my eye that he's staring. EP confirms it by telling me the creepy guy is staring at me. So I look back, since that's usually the quickest way to get someone who's forgotten what their momma's taught them about staring to stop staring.
He looks me straight in the eyes and starts fondling his chest and giving me this look!!!
My daughter starts busting a gut, because the guy looks like he's really getting into imagining that he's groping me.
I laugh, a big, mocking, "You are so fucked up!" kind of laugh, pointing at him so he knows I'm ridiculing him. EP was already doing just that. He looked... crestfallen. I guess laughter wasn't the reaction he'd been hoping for, but he was being a dumbass and I didn't have time to do anything else because the light changed.
I'm glad it wasn't a longer light. I'm afraid he might have been tempted to let that hand wander lower. Ewwwwwww!
My daughter has been suspended from school so we went out to grab some burgers for lunch. I'm wearing an admittedly low-cut top that shows off lots of cleavage -- and I have lots of it. I have no problem with people looking at what I'm showing. If I had a problem with it, I'd wear something more concealing, but this guy today was just....
(that's me)I'm in the minivan with the Evil Princess in the front passenger seat. We're stopped at a red light when a guy in a truck pulls up next to us (only important because it put him up high enough to see into the van). I glance over at him and he looks over at me. He's maybe mid-twenties, overweight, funky hair, certainly no prize winner. Still, no big deal and I turn my attention back to the red light. Then I can see out of the corner of my eye that he's staring. EP confirms it by telling me the creepy guy is staring at me. So I look back, since that's usually the quickest way to get someone who's forgotten what their momma's taught them about staring to stop staring.
He looks me straight in the eyes and starts fondling his chest and giving me this look!!!
My daughter starts busting a gut, because the guy looks like he's really getting into imagining that he's groping me.
I laugh, a big, mocking, "You are so fucked up!" kind of laugh, pointing at him so he knows I'm ridiculing him. EP was already doing just that. He looked... crestfallen. I guess laughter wasn't the reaction he'd been hoping for, but he was being a dumbass and I didn't have time to do anything else because the light changed.
I'm glad it wasn't a longer light. I'm afraid he might have been tempted to let that hand wander lower. Ewwwwwww!
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