- This week, three different boys (all under the age of 18) yelled suggestive comments at me while driving through Southport. I'm 36.5% certain that it's a direct result of "Hottie in hurr!" being painted in pink on my driver's side window. I didn't really like it but resigned myself to the fact that this is just how it's going to be from now on. When was the last time I've been proactive about ANYTHING concerning my car? Then, probably knowing this, God sent me 5 chances to get my car washed for free. I turned all of them down for fear of being judged because of the interior condition of my car.
- Everything I had for dinner tonight was a shade of orange. I kinda liked it. I humbly suggest that we declare tomorrow Monochromatic Purple Food Day.
- I'll give $1 to anyone willing to clean my car without judgment.
I realize my personal bubble is invisible to you all. But please, stop touching me. I don't like it.
This means YOU: man who colors on my leg with a pen, man who always tries to hold my hand regardless of the unmistakable awkwardness in my eyes, man who grabs my waist to tell me that the coffee is finished, man at the pool with really short shorts and a perm...you know what you did....
It is not ok! Please stop or I promise to start calling you out by name! Unless I don't know your name! Then I will find another way to make you sorry! I am sweet but every girl has her breaking point!
That is all.
**the three boys were actually all in one car but I purposely made it seem like they were all separate events to make the situation seem much more dramatic than what it really is**
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