I'm beautiful, I can't help it. Crazy, strange men tell me all the time. Whistling at me, yelling,"hey mama, mmmm DAMN!" and other various catcalls let me know it's true. These men are the true flatterers of this world, they can use their words to make me melt on the spot. I'm actually very surprised I have been able to resist their advances to get me in to their pants thus far. It's a hard battle I must fight everyday. How can I resist compliments like this:
Man: Hey, do you have the time
KC: Yea, it's 5:01
Man: You sure are purdy
KC: Umm... thanks (slowly shuffling away)
Man: No really, you're the prettiest girl I ever saw without lipstick on
KC: Oh. Uh. Thanks.
Man: I haven't had a job in two years, but if you said you was coming home with me tonight, I would go out in the morning and get me one.
KC: ::Blank Stare::
Man: So what do you say?
KC: I don't think my boyfriend would like that, and he has a job. (Under my breath: and his front teeth). But you should probably get a job anyway. Women like those
Man: Nah.
My willpower is strong, like a Fort. These bombardments of wonderful words and promises won't get to me.
Later, when I get on the train, I'm texting this conversation to a friend of mine. His response was, "well, I'd hate to see you in lipstick, you'd look like a straight whore." Oh. Good to know.
Wonderful compliments from all directions.
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I hope you don't mind but I'm going to start saying that to people. "Well I'd hate to see you ____ because you'd look like a straight whore"
You're just surrounded by gentlemen everywhere you go! Oh this really made my day.
-Caitlin
Thank you for being so strong!
Maybe new friends......?
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