Slimy Creatures from the Deep

To all the men who approach negatively interested women was they walk anywhere.

Now, what the fuck makes you think I wanna talk to you? If I'm walking down the street with headphones on, that means I'm not trying to be bothered by the idiots who roam free. Yet it is these same morons who feel the need to make their presence known. Yeah, I'm ignoring you. I saw you coming way before you noticed me. I evaluated you in the three seconds it took to realize two things: no potential, not interested. No, not at all...to quote a friend, "We have a conflict of interest. You're interested, I'm not."

If I wanted to talk to you, you would have known. Where did you get confused? Was it the stiffening of my body as you approached me, or was it the fact that I looked straight passed you that tipped you off? Hello...no mixed signals here. Don't care, don't care, don't care! These are the same guys who would go bananas on crack if someone did the same thing to their: mother, sister, aunt, cousin, daughter, girlfriend....the list goes on. It's happened three times to me today. Actually four. I forgot about the really dumb one...you see that? I FORGOT about you. I'm repressing that shit.

The first was some old guy washing a truck. Now there are two problems here...Old, washing truck...in the middle of the afternoon...on a Thursday...where's your job? The second were two kids who mistook me to for a peer. I walked by and they both tried to lean into my line of sight and say wassup. LEAN INTO my personal space bubble. Ok...you're kids, you're stupid. Fine. But don't lean into the wrong person's space, if I'd felt threatened by you, you would have been maced. And the one I almost forgot. I walked to the store, on my phone talking to Cleon about this party...and this guy stepped into my space again, (what's with that? have you no personal boundaries of your own?) and said, "Hey, let me get your number so I can call you later." I asked him if he was fucking serious. Did I lose all my powers of observation? 1-You don't address people with HEY when you don't know them and you're trying to. 2-You're on the phone and I heard you just say, "I'll be home soon honey." 3- You just tried to holla at the two girls who passed you before me. 4-It's 6:15 and you're at a bar. That's called Happy Hour...aka, I gotta drink so I can be drunk enough to put up with my home life. Fuck you.

Now I'm not saying that I'm better than anyone else, but people it boils down to respect. Respect that if I wanted to talk to you, I would have. Respect that if I'm walking like I'm on a mission...I got places to go, even if it is just away from you. I like Happy Hour like anyone else...but at an empty bar on a Thursday? Are you kidding? I mean, what the fuck? Do I have "HARASS ME" tattooed on my forehead today? Gentleman, (and I realize that doesn't apply to everyone who will read this.) if a woman is walking down the street and she doesn't make eye contact with you, that means she could give less than a negative fuck that you exist. Remember that.