I know I’ve written something similar before, and the way things are going, it would probably be safe to assume I have a problem with guys in general.
I don’t. Honest.
I’m just a young chick trying to go about her daily activities in relative peace. But then some … GUY will just pop into the picture and try to make my life a little bit more difficult.
What is it about many males out there that they can’t take blatant hints? And when you decide to drop the hints and be all out blunt, they still won’t listen? You see, this is how people start calling guys the ‘Simple sex’.
Why do guys simply not take ‘NO’ for answer? What life lesson have they been taught or what private lessons on picking up chicks did they go for that said, ‘If a girl says no, she’s FRONTING, try harder.’ *Eye roll*
So, I get into the office first thing Monday morning, cold and sleepy and doing my preliminary mail-check before starting my pre-work browsing (my slacking off is strangely well-organised). At the same time I was throwing some light make-up on i.e. lip gloss while listening to my Enya collection, when one of the company drivers suddenly appears at my side.
Me: *startled, seeing lips move, I take off my earphones* Good morning…
Him: Good morning.
He’s bent low so he’s almost eyeball to eyeball with me. All of a sudden, he sticks his phone in my face.
Him: Please could I have your number?
Me: WHY?! *I mean, I was pretty sure I knew why, bought I thought my horror would discourage him, my bad*
Him: Please, let me just have your number, I’ll tell you why.
Me: Er… no… Why don’t you just tell me now?
Him: I don’t want to start explaining now, I’ll call you later and explain.
Me: Look, I don’t –
Him: Just let me have it, I’ve been meaning to talk to you…
At that point, I realised I had vaguely noticed the guy minutes earlier when me and another colleague were trying to get into the office but the doors were locked.
Me: *getting a little impatient that this guy won’t go away, but not wishing to make the scene. I’m also a sucker* Um… okay…
I give him the number, and he writes his down on a paper, thanks me and hurries off. I also notice that the guy trailed me from the staff bus to my department. Tres creepy.
Later on, around ten, I get another call:
Me: Oh. Right. It’s you.
Him: Yes. Look, I just wanted to tell you that I’m in love with you. I’ve been seeing you in the staff bus, and I’ve just been meaning to –
Me: *Rolling my eyes* I don’t believe you
Him: *surprised* Why?
Me: You don’t even know me. You’ve just been seeing me from afar and you’re in love?
Him: But… yes…
Me: Look, that’s not how it works.
Him: *Obviously experiencing some sort of denial* I can see that you don’t want to talk now, it’s because you don’t want your colleagues to hear, right?
Me: *Flabbergasted* WHAT?! No. Actually-
Him: *Cutting me off* Tell you what, I’ll call you later at night.
Me: I need my sleep.
Him: I’ll talk to you later then.
He never did call me back. Thank God. But now I see him everyday in the staff bus, and I avoid him like the plague. Sigh, that’s another annoying guy with my number.
Vaguely annoying guy that was bugging me for a lunch date(go to towards the end)? I finally told him I didn’t want to do lunch, and I didn’t see him for days. Till Monday. Dude just came up to me after work, while I was waiting for the staff bus. I INTENTIONALLY plugged my eyes with Robin Thicke, but he decided he wanted to talk anyways.
Him: Hey, have you missed me?]
Me: Not much.
Him: So you missed me a bit then?
Him: Hm, and I thought I had made an impact on you.
Me: Not the kind you want.
Him: I like your skirt. I like short skirts. You have lovely skin.
Me: okkkkkaaaaaayyyy. Um, thanks. I guess.
Him: *Pensive, looking like a total perv* Yes… yes I do.
Silence. I quietly attempt to restart my song.
Him: What perfume do you wear?
Me: *Dear God* Davidoff.
Him: Spell it.
Me: David and off.
Him: *Obviously has no clue what I mean. Nods.* hm, I like the way you smell. Ery mild.
Me: Thanks. Was a gift from my BOYFRIEND.
Him: *Practising selective hearing* Maybe we could sit together on the bus and watch ‘Fracture’ off your ipod. Hm? What re you doing this weekend?
Me: I want to listen to music.
Him: Why now?
Me: Cos I want to.
We get in the bus, and he sits next to me. I ignore him. He starts leaning towards me. I still ignore him. And wish he would just GO AWAY. He doesn’t.
What is you people’s problem? What? Must a girl be rude? Why can’t you know when to walk away????