I get hit on by fourteen year-old bears and yaoi fangirls.
Will I ever win?
I get hit on by fourteen year-old bears and yaoi fangirls.
Will I ever win?
So are they young people with dirt lip moustaches and a little bit of pubic hair? You have sex with these people?
*feels like a poor mare*
*doesnt' care, hit on Cuchu*
No, this was a smooth talker. He was actually in the store later in the week and when he found out I did the hiring he was SUPER interested. I lied and told him I was married - then he wanted to know why I didn't wear a ring. I told him we were too poor and he told me some things were more important than xboxes.
I know how awful it is, I'm just really terrible at that kind of stuff.
Signature by rubah. I think.
The last time I ever got hit on, was when I was a server and this kind of biker family of a mother and son, and their two buddies were in my section. The mother took an interest in me, and the son kept trying to hook us up, so I had a woman hitting on me and her son as a wing man, which was terribly awkward. Especially when they told me to drop by this bar they were heading off to, and the son took me aside and said I would get "lucky" if I showed up. Now the mother didn't look bad for her age, but her son was about my age at the time (mid-twenties) not to mention the whole situation was um... yeah... So I decided to get home and have my own drinking party, alone.
Other than that, I'm rarely hit on. I'm not exceptionally attractive, though I look much younger than my real age. I can come off really intense when you get to know me. I'm usually just oblivious to when other people have interest in me and so often I don't find out until either years later and the person is taken, or I get some third party coming in to give me a number for their friend who thinks I'm hot. I also get more numbers from guys than I have ever gotten from girls.
True beauty exists in things that last only for a moment.
Current Mood: And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe. Maybe this year will be better than the last. I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself. To hold on to these moments as they pass...