The Anti-Barbie

Being Bored in America
2002-06-09 23:26:23 (UTC)

Out of the Box

Okay, so this post is not about "thinking outside the box"
or being unique or anything cliche like that. I just chose
that title because right now, I'm eating some cereal out of
the box... no bowl or milk.... with my hands... like a damn
hooligan. (Frosted Flakes, if you were wondering.)
AND, I'm contemplating my insignificant existence on this
tiny planet. Well, sort of. I am actually just sitting here
wondering why the only guys who ever hit on me are pretty
much disgusting. Like, just a couple of hours ago, I had a
run in with a fella who tried to pick me up by telling me
that if I needed a flashlight, some bum down the street was
selling them for $3 a piece. Now why the hell would I care?
First off, he was staring at my boobs as he talked to me. I
can understand the occasional glance as long as some
attempt at discretion is made; in this case, it was
blatant, and it went on for about five minutes straight.
Second, could he not think of anything more interesting
than flashlights? I mean, I know that sometimes when guys
try to talk to girls, the words come out wrong and they end
up bumbling a little bit, which I actually find endearing
and cute, but this guy did not seem to be aware of the fact
that he was neither interesting nor humorous. He really
thought that the flashlight anecdote was amusing. I don't
get it. I was tempted to ask him if that normally worked
for him, but I have a feeling he would not have gotten the
joke. I am probably coming off as a completely arrogant
bitch, I don't know, maybe I am. In any case, my point is,
the only men who ever hit on me have mullets or skank B.O.
issues, and that gets old quick. Honestly.




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