It has come to my attention that males in general have a certain quality of live in regards to women's clothing. It has taken a few people to mention to this to me, for me to actually see it for myself. With the exposure that an individual recieves online, from people that browse and the people that lurk, is interesting, for hours one may sit on someones profile, watching. While others just look at the "Message Me" button and just go for it. Whether it be the 'Hi, How are you?' or the 'Hey Sexy', one of them is an automatic disregard, the other I may reply. I was fooled into thinking that one of the latter was actually interested in my, but boy, was I wrong. All he wanted and he told me quite specifically was sex. What gives some males the right to degrade me just by looking at my picture. Do I look easy? Do I look like I would really like you to try and talk dirty to me, or even meet up? How does NO sound?
When discussing to a female friend about this, she exclaimed that males are attracted to females that dress like what their intentions are.
Here's me thinking, yeah bullshit, but after thinking about it for a while, it started to make sense. If a male was wanting sex and only sex, he would go looking for a female that was dressed like she was going to put out. Whereas a male that was looking for someone to marry then I'm sure that he would go for a woman that was dressed conservatively. I was wondering what that had to do with me, going through some of my pictures I discovered some ones that are slightly revealing and ones that are slightly provocative. Ones that could suggest that I put out, me drinking, me drunk, me with a number of male friends and ex boyfriends. I could see how men could be getting the wrong idea.
Another time I was out clubbing, I was wearing a knee length fowing dress, nothing sexually attractive, or so I thought. After dancing for a few minutes this guy decided to dance with me, gripping my hips, swaying to the beat, this I was fine with , but the trying to finger me through my dress and the trying to pull it up. When leaving the dancefloor numerous times to try to shake him off he decided to follow me, push me up against a corner, kiss me and push my hand down his pants. I was scared and angry at this arrogant, ugly and disgusting male, how dare he!This is just one example how males do not respect women. Looking through my warderobe, half the stuff I would not be seen dead in, those items I will be chucking out, the rest of them will be kept, but will go under strict examination before I wear them.
Why should males want only one thing? I understand that they have a detachment for the feelings, whereas I sure know that a female will fall in love with the person that she is bonking. Thinking about it all, I just wish that people that decided to add me online were actually going to be friends, not wanting something else. I know of a few that don't just want sex, but they always live far, far away, as per usual. I guess that I shall just have to dress conservatively to get the right person, as I am sick of being used.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Irish and Australian Hugs
You would never think that there is a difference in hugs depending on the place that someone came from, but there is. In Ireland, when you know someone and you give them a hug, you walk up, throw your arms around them and squeeze the air out of them. Whereas in Australia it is the opposite. You just lay your arms around them and hug gently.
I freaked out a Australian the other day, I told him that I was going to give him something and he had to choose whether he wanted the Irish version or the Australian. He decided that he would have the Irish and if he didn't like it, he wanted the Ozzie one. Putting my arms around him and squeezing, he did not know what to do! Afterwards he was flabbergasted, that I had hugged him and the cultural differences.
I thought that it was interesting!
I freaked out a Australian the other day, I told him that I was going to give him something and he had to choose whether he wanted the Irish version or the Australian. He decided that he would have the Irish and if he didn't like it, he wanted the Ozzie one. Putting my arms around him and squeezing, he did not know what to do! Afterwards he was flabbergasted, that I had hugged him and the cultural differences.
I thought that it was interesting!
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