Morning: snuggles, shower, salacious sniping, sorrow

[azurelunatic]

Worked out last night; forgot shower. Woke up with alarm clock. Adam turned it off. Snuggled. ^_~

Eventually, showered. Found that I can help lift Adam to his feet with ease. Got dressed. Mixed up a far-more-diluted version of the same yick I was drinking last night.

Walked to school (ankles are not in any shape to rollerblade anything more than up and down the parking lot of the apartment complex; I should get me a helmet just for appearances with Nephew). On my way to school, noticed that a guy was eyeing my cleavage appreciatively. He whistled at me.

When I walked into the cafeteria, I announced that evidently tanktop season was over, because leering season had started. Darkside, after hearing the exchange (him: leer and whistle; me: ignore) suggested that perhaps I should have slapped the fellow. Darkside's more violent than I am. He also suggested buttoning the open button-down shirt I wear overtop the tank top.

Had a short breakfast with Darkside. He and Bald Guy looked dubiously at my drink and inquired as to its basic nature. Bald Guy got off onto the topic of Vanilla Coke and dared Darkside to drink some. Evidently Darkside likes neither vanilla-flavored beverages nor butterscotch-flavored beverages. Good to know. Who does he think he is, me, to be a picky eater?

Darkside left for lab; I gulped down the rest of my pseudo-chocolate yick now that I didn't have to be refined and ladylike and avoiding getting any on my lips (evidently this grosses Darkside out completely) and joined him. He looked up DBZ attacks after looking into what, exactly, his one course required for graduation will in fact cost. Owww. Ow. Ow. Ow.

I had test planned for 8 am, and therefore departed. Evidently the hug/strangle move is more annoying than I thought it was. Sorry, dude.

Comments

[wiredferret.livejournal.com]

(blink) What's wrong with being leered at?

[azurelunatic]

I make a distinction between "looked at with interest" and "leered". "Looked at with interest" is a level of boggling that you can do to anyone who catches your eye. Leering, to me, is undue familiarity from a complete stranger.

I don't mind people being attracted to me. I do mind it when people choose to let me know that they are attracted to me with not only a good look at my cleavage area, but a loud whistle, accompanied by what I considered to be a distinct invasion of my seven-in-the-morning unoccupied sidewalk personal space. I think it was the last that especially irked me the most. Leer and whistle would have been at an amusing level of "just fine" if he'd been another ten, or even five, feet away. There's just something about someone keeping pace with you, even if only for a little while, within eight feet of you, while leering, after whistling, while you're walking to school in the morning without a lot of pedestrian traffic in the area, especially while going around the corner from plain view of the strip mall parking lot to the reasonably wide but still secluded access drive that's between strip mall and wall of school.

Perhaps it wouldn't have been as exceptionable in a smaller town.

And I was asking to get leered at, dressing this way...

[fosfomifira.livejournal.com]

I couldn't agree more with you. I get that a lot, since down here men seem to think it's acceptable to leer and make stupid/annoying comments to women, no matter what. And if you say something to them they'll call you a hysteric or something.

And why is it that we can't dress the way we like? Why is it that we have to dress to prevent people from bothering us?

[azurelunatic]

Adam leers at me all the time, and I at him. I leer at Darkside and occasionally he leers back.

There's no harm in a little leering between friends, unless you drop the complete works of the Bard on your toe in the doing so.