Dear young man in the Balboa St station, when I say I do not want to talk to anyone, this does NOT mean you are an exception, nor is this time to offer backrub.
I get so tired of feeling the need to apologize (guilt by association, or something) for the fact that there are only about a half-dozen persons of the Y-chromosomal persuasion in all of North America who seem to have the faintest idea what it means to treat XX-types as though they're, y'know, *human beings*.
There were at least a thousand men I saw that day, none of whom caused any problems. Even the homeless guy who asked me on a date did not ping my skeezometer like this. (That was only normal social games.) And the guys at the lunch were charming.
Indeed! All of the other men I encountered that day did not seem to cause any issues for me. Just that one guy, who was really acting like he was going to attract a punch in the face from some other man who'd become rightfully annoyed over his actions.
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...Somehow, I think he doesn't know how to interact with humans, just with bar babes, and in such a way to be courting a punch in the face.
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I get so tired of feeling the need to apologize (guilt by association, or something) for the fact that there are only about a half-dozen persons of the Y-chromosomal persuasion in all of North America who seem to have the faintest idea what it means to treat XX-types as though they're, y'know, *human beings*.
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