Things that Really Fuck Me Off, #234976; Girls
… that take it as an insult if you don’t turn your head at them as they pass.
What the sodding fuck is that all about?
I wouldn’t even know this fact, if I hadn’t been exposed directly to it through meeting these bintus maximi and having it discussed in front of my unbelieving eyes.
“Ha, yeah, this guy that passed me in the street, he didn’t even have a look at me.”
“What!? No…”
“Seriously – yeah, I was wearing this miniskirt. He was definitely avoiding eye contact.”
“He probably had a massive boner!”
“Ha, yes! Or he was gay…”
“Had to be, the cheek of it otherwise.”
I’ve overhead such graphic displays of mutual reassurance and the slating of guys that don’t gaze longingly at their fake-tanned, over-exposed cleavage. Of course, it’s lose-lose, because if you do have a look then you’re also likely to receive a slap to the chops. I mean, Lord have fucking mercy, is there some precise, predetermined time period for which you have to glance at a girl who’s walking by? What else are these cunting slutterjacks discussing behind our backs?
“So how long did he look for?”
“Oh… about 780 microseconds.”
“Oh god – what a loser!”
“I know, he so wanted it. I just gave him the finger and walked on.”
“Right on, sister!”
“Totally. I mean, if it was 340 microseconds, that would’ve been fine.”
“Yeah. Shall we get it on now?”
“Oh… Yeah… God, that feels so good…”
“Mmm, oh ba-
Okay, I was trailing into my own thoughts there for a second. But Jesus girls, what’s this big deal with guys looking at you in the streets? There’s no science to it – it’s just a random fucking event. We know that your minds might be able to extrapolate, re-dissect and draw conclusion from events that we’d consider to be utterly fucking trivial, but for god’s sake, keep it to your own discussions about why Suzie got her hair done at 9:04am rather than 9:03am – “ohhh, is it because she’s on her period? Or maybe her boyfriend’s left her? Oh god, I remember him saying something about him liking me, maybe he said my name and she stormed out! Oh, the scandal!” – and on and on and on for hours and hours talking about fucking nothing!
If you have to dissect how guys look at you or don’t look at you or whatthefuckever, then please remember this one simple fact – we don’t think like you do.
To finish, let me clear up why the dude didn’t look at you:
IT’S BECAUSE YOU'RE ROUGH.
So analyse that, you fragile, sociocentric fucktard.
What the sodding fuck is that all about?
I wouldn’t even know this fact, if I hadn’t been exposed directly to it through meeting these bintus maximi and having it discussed in front of my unbelieving eyes.
“Ha, yeah, this guy that passed me in the street, he didn’t even have a look at me.”
“What!? No…”
“Seriously – yeah, I was wearing this miniskirt. He was definitely avoiding eye contact.”
“He probably had a massive boner!”
“Ha, yes! Or he was gay…”
“Had to be, the cheek of it otherwise.”
I’ve overhead such graphic displays of mutual reassurance and the slating of guys that don’t gaze longingly at their fake-tanned, over-exposed cleavage. Of course, it’s lose-lose, because if you do have a look then you’re also likely to receive a slap to the chops. I mean, Lord have fucking mercy, is there some precise, predetermined time period for which you have to glance at a girl who’s walking by? What else are these cunting slutterjacks discussing behind our backs?
“So how long did he look for?”
“Oh… about 780 microseconds.”
“Oh god – what a loser!”
“I know, he so wanted it. I just gave him the finger and walked on.”
“Right on, sister!”
“Totally. I mean, if it was 340 microseconds, that would’ve been fine.”
“Yeah. Shall we get it on now?”
“Oh… Yeah… God, that feels so good…”
“Mmm, oh ba-
Okay, I was trailing into my own thoughts there for a second. But Jesus girls, what’s this big deal with guys looking at you in the streets? There’s no science to it – it’s just a random fucking event. We know that your minds might be able to extrapolate, re-dissect and draw conclusion from events that we’d consider to be utterly fucking trivial, but for god’s sake, keep it to your own discussions about why Suzie got her hair done at 9:04am rather than 9:03am – “ohhh, is it because she’s on her period? Or maybe her boyfriend’s left her? Oh god, I remember him saying something about him liking me, maybe he said my name and she stormed out! Oh, the scandal!” – and on and on and on for hours and hours talking about fucking nothing!
If you have to dissect how guys look at you or don’t look at you or whatthefuckever, then please remember this one simple fact – we don’t think like you do.
To finish, let me clear up why the dude didn’t look at you:
IT’S BECAUSE YOU'RE ROUGH.
So analyse that, you fragile, sociocentric fucktard.
posted by Juliet is Bleeding... | 1:44 pm
I think women are under the impression that even when they look rough, at least one man will pay them a compliment and try to get into their pants...
Wait, that's an accurate description...
Really though, I don't think all women expect to have men's eyes follow them where ever they go--only self-absorbed bitches are that fucking delusional.
Then again, my girl Tiffany is not self-absorbed and she's the farthest think from a bitch (truly, I mean that), and yet she gets all excited if a guy looks in her direction. He doesn't even need to look directly at her, just in her direction, and she thinks she's found her soulmate for life. Sadly, my girl suffers from low self-confidence and is over-eager to lose her virginity, among other things. (Homegirl hasn't even experienced her first kiss yet--and she's 19-years-old.)
During a conversation on the psychology behind Tiffany's disorder, my friend Christina once said, "He probably looks at a dog the same way."
I think she hit the nail on the head.
(The thought of people--men, women, and children, real or imaginary--starring at me just makes me nervous. I hate being looked at.)
I'm quite happy to not have men look at me.
I don't understand how women find it flattering to have men falling all over them, due to their sex appeal anyway.
I'd rather look like a sac of shit, than like Paris Hilton.
I love complimenting women I also am an incurable romantic, I love to see the responsive passion in women give way to strong beautiful uninhibited raw sex. recently, although I have heard plenty of it before this sweet young lady asked me ,"Please Would you suck my Wobblies" I obliged with gusto, what a night- my whanger took 24 hours to recover, thanks to the Wobblie sucking
"responsive passion in women give way to strong beautiful uninhibited raw sex"
"Give way", in that sentence, makes absolutely no sense.
Also - judging from what these "ladies" say and do to you - I'd wager you're sleeping with whatever random troglodyte slappers come your way.
You're a total whangerhead.
Angry JULIE You are obviously a one sausage girl, like one song- one set of clothes- a dogmatic prude what yuo need is change of ideas. No man bonks the same we all have our own differing aproaches to sex as do women or do prefer WAM BAM Thank you mam, I personally believe you are in dire need of a good wobbly suck followed by an allout no holds barred uninhibited BONK.
*rollseyes*
JiB, I do apologise, for the content and diction of malcolm 28's posts (and those under other aliases that are clearly from the same pen) strongly suggest that my 13 year old son or one of his friends has discovered LIAC. I am off to analyse the router logs; if I find it was him or one of his cronies, please be assured he will be grounded indefinitely, his allowance stopped and I will confiscate his PlayStation.
I'm sure your son would display a keener sense of humour, Swain.
Though if it was, indeed, your son - I would recommend courses in grammar, sense & wit :)
I am one of those that hates to be looked at...especially when I am driving...I always have these nasty dirty men hanging out their car windows oggling...and it isn't because it's me, it's because I have a pussy!
Slade, you are so on the money. Undies, take note...
I don't mind being admired. I check out attractive men as well. But my superficial side tends to appreciate the better looking "lookers".
What I don't understand is the strange hissing noises or the honking directed at me. If they attempt some witty comment or at least articulately communicate thier opinion of me, i.e. "you're very beautiful," I would say thank you. I suppose the random noises are just an attempt to get eye contact to give them that extra fill.
Personally, I think the noises are some fucked up form of attempted superiority. As per troglodytic builders that wolf whistle at pretty girls, symbolically boasting that they can get off on their looks regardless of the fact that they'd never, ever have the chance to sleep with them, even in a hundred trillion years of them living immortal and alone on a desert island where the only means of escape is a magical fuck-powered boat.
Often men ogle to prove their "manliness"...especially in the company of other men. Though it sounds kinda homoerotic, they're not doing it for the woman at all, but for the other guys (if they're in a group).
hahaha! i'd probably add some sly comment to this, but it'd probably piss you off more.
What you just wrote pissed me off more than any degree of slyness. Feel free..!