I found it, without much digging. That pleases me. Greatly.
Anyway, on to the ranting. I'm just in a generally pissy mood. For the past year, my life has been full of various problems and issues that I haven't brought out into the open beyond a slight acknowledgment here and there and that's just fine. The majority of those things don't piss me off anymore because, quite frankly, I just don't care about the person who caused the problems.
That, however, doesn't mean that things have gotten any easier. At least not from my perspective. I know I'm not a bad looking chick. I've always known that, but, I joined the fabulous world of RP years ago for the sole reason that I, like most teenage girls, was insecure. I was insecure for a lot of different reasons that no longer matter. I've outgrown those reasons and just don't give a damn what most people think of me anymore. I won't say no one's opinion matters, because there are a random few out there who's opinions could shatter my self-confidence for at least an hour or two or maybe even a day if they're ranked that high on my list. I am a woman and I have the problems of a woman. But motherfucking MEN are seriously starting to piss me off.
I won't go so far as to say that all men are horny dogs who will sniff at anything that can wear skirts and actually look female and is still twitching, but my damn job puts me into contact with the majority of the ones who do. What is so hard to understand about, "Thanks for the compliment, but I'm not really interested in anything right now?"
I don't know how many times a day these idiots walk into my place of business, smile at me, ask to see my ring finger and see that I'm not wearing a wedding or engagement ring and automatically assume that I'm open for business. Asshole, if I was interested, you would know it. When I fucking TELL you, straight up, I'm not interested....wow...I'm NOT INTERESTED! Where is the communication issue here?
Oh, and the ones who have girlfriends or wives! They piss me off the most. They send the little woman running to the car and then ask for my number. Did you think I didn't see that girl with you hanging all over your crotch not ten seconds ago? Bitch, please. If you're going to cheat on your current woman because you think you've found something better, then you're definitely going to cheat on me. I'm not that stupid. Yeah, it's a pretty face but it hides a brain and guess what, that brain works and thinks outside the box, thank you very much.
My favorite thing to hate about them is when they automatically start waxing poetic about how we're "meant to be together." Asshole, you don't know me. You don't know my habits, my hopes or my dreams. You don't know my mom's name and you don't know I have siblings. You don't know I have two daughters and you don't know what my favorite color is. You know nothing more than the shape of my ass in my jeans and that my eyes are pretty. That doesn't mean we're meant to be together. There are plenty of women on this planet who have nice asses and blue eyes and you aren't "meant to be" with me more than any of the rest of them. So kiss that spot you keep staring at and don't let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya. Motherfucking cocksucking donkey banging assholes. There are not enough curse words in existence for my frustration.
And then there is this one guy. MY GOD! He started out hitting on me in a blatant fashion and I told him, point blank, "Hey, I'm not interested in anything right now." So then it turned into, "Well, we could just be friends with benefits." Again, told him I wasn't interested. So, he said, "Hey, well, let's just be friends." Okay, cool, I can do that. No big. So, then, I go to work and he asks for a hug. I think about it, okay, friends hug. I hug him and he grabs my ass and latches his fucking mouth to the side of my neck. Bitch, go drool on someone else. It's seriously getting to the point that if he doesn't leave me the fuck alone I'm going to press sexual harrassment charges against him.
I know that sounds really bad. I know I probably sound like a million other conceited bitches out there who are all, "He sexually harrassed me. Punish him!" I promise, I'm not that fucking bad. I've never had problems with toilet humor. I don't look down on my manager for looking at a hot chick when she walks in and talking about it with "the guys" later. Whatever. Men do that kind of thing and I don't really care. But, when it comes to invading my personal space and touching me without permission, that is completely different. If he grabs my crotch just one more time someone better come bail me out cause I'm gonna find the closest large object and shove it as far up his ass as possible and then call the cops on myself because I'm seriously sick of his fucking shit.
I honestly just don't understand how people can do this kind of shit and expect to get away with it. I'm not arrogant. I'm not tooting my own horn. I get asked for my phone number at least 5 times in a shift and I'm tired of it. What do I have to do to make people back off and just leave me alone for a while? I think I'm going to go buy a t-shirt that says "GAY AND PROUD" and wear it to work every day and maybe they'll take the hint. Then again, maybe not. They seem to be a little slow.