It's hard being human.

That too.

In OMG news, I'm getting all this dirt on strange and stupid stuff that happened at a friend's wedding I attended. 2.5 (? maybe 3) years ago. Amazing, the undercurrents, a very few of which I noted. And there is stilll fallout (not for the bride and groom. They're perfectly happy. Just convinced further they are surrounded by insane relatives.)

Women have routines? Do women here have car-reaching routines?

A couple of my co-workers were a bit put out that they'd honked at me in traffic and I hadn't looked over.

Fuck, dude, I'm a woman. I can't start looking over every time someone anonymously tries to get my attention, unless I think there's a crisis underway.

They didn't get it.

And you know what? I'm prepared to stumble into a crisis someone was trying to warn me about (the irony would be that they were trying to tell me about the stalker ahead) than engaging random men in public.

Which isn't to say I won't engage in casual conversation, but the more urgent his need is for said conversation, the more likely I am to ignore him. In fact, the last time I engaged in a conversation with a strange guy, he wouldn't go disengage until I skedaddled to my parents. Wanted instead to tell me what a geek he'd been at 15.

Signed,
Also followed, stalked, wanked at, and generally perved on.

Allyson! Didn't you see the news??? Don't go look at the water. It kills people.

{{{{{{{{P-C}}}}}}}}}

You are, officially, one of the Really Good Guys. Please understand that.

Oh Christ no. I don't need that hug. After Cindy's post, after all these posts, I definitely need to {{{{{{{{all women, ever}}}}}}}}}. I mean, I know these kinds of things happen, but it's so awful and I'm almost crying that they happen to people I actually know.

Women have routines? Do women here have car-reaching routines?

HELL yeah.

Do women here have car-reaching routines?

I wouldn't say I have a routine, no, though of course I have the "pay attention to the world around you just in case someone's lurking and wants to kill you" switch flipped when I'm walking alone at night, and I'll choose safer routes and so on.

You are, officially, one of the Really Good Guys. Please understand that.

Yes, you are. Please do understand that.

The day my mom bought me my first training bra was also the day my dad taught me how to properly throw a punch, because he said there was no way he was letting his daughter wear a training bra without knowing how to clock a stupid boy in the jaw.

but it's so awful and I'm almost crying that they happen to people I actually know.

Dude! If you're going to be that sensitive they're all going to crush on you and shit, and smother you with adoration. On the flipside, however, this could translate into the dreaded NGB.

I wouldn't say I have a routine, no, though of course I have the "pay attention to the world around you just in case someone's lurking and wants to kill you" switch flipped when I'm walking alone at night, and I'll choose safer routes and so on.

Yep. Though is it a routine to make sure that I have a firm grip on the heavy, hard-sided purse, just in case I need to use it as a weapon? Or is that being prepared?

You are, officially, one of the Really Good Guys. Please understand that.

Yes, you are. Please do understand that.

Thank you, but I'm really not. Like Mal, I'm merely all right.

On the flipside, however, this could translate into the dreaded NGB.

Not Getting...Bananas?

Oh wait, wait. Nice Guy Backlash.

Also, keys out. Held really tightly. But that's more due to the fear that they will maliciously leap from my hands and find their way into a storm drain or gutter. I'm convinced they will. Never have, but someday....

And when parking in a lot at night, I forgo my first spot available, changing it to first nearest spot under a light.