Dirty Blonde

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Bar hopping and a few other things

First, I want to apologize for not responding to the comments on my last post. I had a few computer issues these past few days. Somebody had suggested last Thursday that I should use BitDefender to clean out my computer. As I was downloading the program, my computer crashed. I restarted the computer and tried to download the program again. The download failed saying that the program was already downloaded and I must first uninstall it. This began a long process of me looking for the program so that I could uninstall it. Nothing seemed to work. I was up until 2:30am trying to correct it. What finally stopped me was a chair malfunction. It seems that my chair will only tilt so far back before it gives out. Needless to say, I landed on the small of my back on the tile floor. I'm still in pain from that incident. Also, I got a little crazy with uninstalling programs. When I tried to run my computer Friday, nothing would work. I finally fixed the problem after work on Friday but I had no time to post because I had to get ready. Yes, it was another night out on the town. So, now I will get with the point of this post.

MEN, HOW NOT TO PICK UP A WOMAN

Walk up and begin telling me how beautiful I am. Obviously, you think I am attractive, otherwise you wouldn't be hitting on me. If you can't think of anything better to say, don't bother.
Offer to buy me a drink if I come sit with you. The use of blackmail to get a woman to sit with you is pretty pathetic. I'd rather buy my own damn drinks.
Not take a hint. If I turn my back on you, it means get the fuck away. Don't peck my shoulder to get my attention. Don't keep asking me questions. If you persist, you will soon meet Drunk Bitch.
Assume that I must be interested in you because I happened to glance your way. Maybe, I was getting irritated at the way you were staring at me. Maybe, you have a big booger hanging out of your nose. Maybe, I fucking hate arrogance in a guy.
Assume that I will be interested in you because you are attractive. This goes back to the arrogance thing. These are the guys that I really hate. They assume that I will be falling all over myself because they look good. I outgrew that around 15 years ago. I would much rather talk to someone that can make me laugh than someone that is easy on the eyes.
Assume that I'm stupid. Guess what dumb asses? Dirty Blonde does not mean Dumb Blonde. If you can't maintain an intelligent conversation, go away. Let me give you some examples of the things that interest me: Quantum Physics, Shakespeare, Greek Mythology(my favorite). I'm not stupid, so don't assume that I am.
Think that just because I am at a club, I want to hook up with a guy. I hear this one all the time. Stupidity at it's best. Damn, I wish I could read minds as well as these retards. Then, I would know who to tell to FUCK OFF as soon as they walked up.

There you have it. These were just a few observation that I thought should be known to the male population. I prefer a man that can either hold an intelligent conversation or be witty enough to make me laugh. Both would be preferable but that rarely happens.

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