Men are pigs.
PIGS.
Was doing garbage today, and this guy did a circle in the parking lot to check me out... FROM EVERY ANGLE... then came up in his black car and rolled down the window.
I swear to god I thought he was going to say: "....how much?"
But nuuu.. he goes. "Hm... hey baby, what's your name?"
I have my name tag on... so I said it.
"... How long you been working here, baby?"
"...I'm new." I replied.
"...so...baby.." (I'm going to kill him if he says baby again, by this time) "Can we go out?"
"No. I have a boyfriend."
"So?"
"I also live with him, so it'd be awkward to take you home."
"I can take you to my home."
"No."
"Can we be friends?"
"Um... no not really." *RUN OFF*
This happens every day, never the same situation but... it's always the 30 somethings that have the money to 'buy stuff for a chick' in order to 'get what they want'.
Sorry guys, but I'm not that kind of chick.