Desperation.
No, not me. I'm not desperate. I mean, hey, things could always be a bit better. So we're poor as heck right now and I can't even afford to get my haircut. I'm just grateful to have hair. :)
I'm talking about the desperate attempt of two men in a truck today following me on my walk. Don't fear anyone... because I don't put up with crap from no one. Now granted, I was wearing short, red shorts. But lets be honest. No matter how nice the bootie, men (in general) are all eyes. Things felt a little creepy the first time they drove by because of the way they looked at me. But the second time was even more weird because they were parked, and then when they saw me walk by, they made it an effort to start their truck and drive past me... slowly. That was it for me. I threw my arms up and gave them a look like, "Dude... seriously... go away. You're wasting your time. Because this bootie is going home to one man."
They just drove off and pretended they had somewhere to go. Ya, somewhere else for their little "Eye Feast."
Men. Get over it.
4 comments:
Hahahahahah!! This is a great post Andrea. I love the confidence. I love that you were wearing short red shorts. By the way...I sympathize with the zero dollars for a haircut. Anthony cut mine last week. No eye feasts for me anymore. Let's just say that it is lacking in structure, style, and general beauty.
Andrea it looks like you have had some very interesting walks lately! (another one involving a dog and mace?) You crack me up! You better start packing some heat when you head out! LOL
Hmm...you could take that as a compliment - a weird, hick-like compliment - but a compliment nonetheless!
We read a World War II book for our book club this month too. Makes you count your blessings. Ours is called Suite Francais. It is so good. Heartbreaking though.
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