And I have no sympathy for str8 people who go to gay/les bars, and then get het up about about people hitting on them. WTF, dumbass?!
Seriously. I find it enjoyable when [almost] anyone hits on me. I take it as a compliment even if I'm not interested. [My qualification is for creepy people who give me the creeps. I cannot explain what that means further, but I know it when I see it.]
um ... posting right here - are you forgetting the Buffistas?
eta: this is for Vortex
Good, I was thinking, "Buffistas aren't creepy people."
mac is totally steamrolling his babysitter. I have had to step in twice. She has never had him alone and unless I really make her GET that homework needs to be DONE, Thursday and Friday are going to be homework wastelands. lord, he'll probably convince her to buy him special treats for snack everyday. sucker.
Vortex, I don't make out with that many BIOBOYS. In the past like, year, I think just scola and ND. And ND's beard was all freakish and scratchy and ew.
I sort of get the guilt thing when being hit upon. Usually I feel a twinge of "oh I am so not the person you think you're hitting on" when getting hit on. I don't feel like my insides match my outsides at all.
I find it enjoyable when [almost] anyone hits on me
I ... tend to not notice? Unless it's so obvious that it could be seen from space.
Why?
I'm not sure what the short version is. Possibly it boils down to the fact that I'm such crap social material right now I have no business being hit on. Even my OKCupid foray was fanned up by me thinking I was leaving town. If I can't be a good friend to people I already know and care about, what business do I have with randy boys?
At other stages of my life, I should have felt guilty because I was an unapologetic person-crusher or just opaque. But I didn't.