I am beyond fucking pissed right now. So basically this whole fucking deal is that I hate being a woman for the fact that it is MY FUCKING PURPOSE IN LIFE to please men. There is nothing else that I should be allowed to do then that. Recently, I guess you could say I have “developed”/“grown” into my body, seeing as that I have been getting hit on occasionally. Let’s just say that it rounds to about 1 or 2 times every 2 weeks. Now when it first started happening I would brush it off, get flustered over it and everything since I hadn’t been getting used to it, but that was all good because it was like people from my school and I could just like laugh it off and say a quiet no. But then now... Recently in the past couple weeks, men (ie. 30-50 year old men) have been taking their time out of both of our lives to ask me out and ask for my phone number. In case you hadn’t heard, I have just recently turned 17, so this is BEYOND inappropriate. I remember one time when it happened twice in about a 30 minute time span. I was waiting for the bus on this particular day and an about late-40s, early-50s year old man stops his car to ask me for my phone number. I had to tell him no and walk away, terrified that he would follow me when I still had to wait for the bus. Then once I go on the bus, I made sure to put my headphones in, still slightly worried about the earlier incident when a man, about early-30s, moves from his spot to sit next to me and hit on me. He asked me many, many personal questions, leaving me to try to brush them off. After those two incidents, I am refusing to take the bus home, at least for a little while. But that is besides the matter, because what really bugs me is most recently. Basically what has been happening over the past week or so is that one of my coworkers is being persistent enough to ask me out any time I come into work. He is one of the full-timers at my work, while I only work part-time, so he is in there quite a bit. But basically what my work does is that it post all our numbers on our schedule that way we have ways to contact others to like switch shifts and stuff. Well, that’s how he got my number. After me telling him no for about a week, he started texting me over and over again about taking me out to dinner and going out on dates with him. I continued to tell him no, seeing as that I’m not really the person to be in relationships, but he did not get the gist. Now, yesterday he kept telling me he was going to take me on a date, seeing as that it was my birthday. I told him no, that I was hanging out with one of my friends and that I would be hanging out with my family the rest of the day when they got home so I wouldn’t be able to. He proceeded to think that that meant that I had wanted to go on the date with him but couldn’t. So today, he decided to text me about how he was going to take me out to dinner before my shift today and how he would treat me right for my birthday. I told him no, being more forceful this time with my words saying that I was not going to go on a date with him. He then brushes off my words, saying that he was just “doing it as a friendly gesture, bro”. Seeing this, I think to myself that he was really just trying to do it as a friend, so I thank him for the gesture, how sweet it may have been. But the best part of it is that he then decided to send back “And you stood me up for that dinner thing”. After me saying no, about 8-billion FUCKING TIMES (!!!!!) he decides to think I stood him up. This is why I hate being a woman. My “no” means nothing to any man in this world.
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