Sunday, August 5, 2012

August 3 & 4: FAIL.

So, maybe I suck at this whole blogging thing.

I apologize.

The engagement story is way too long to tell in such a short amount of time. (It's really not that long, I just want to have more than 2 seconds to jot it down.) That added with the fact that I have two other days worth of blogging to do, I promise to post the story when the opportunity to do so arises.

Moving on, let me make up for yesterday.

Peeves? Just the thing I would love to talk about right now.

I get peeved over few things. However, there is one thing in particular that I cannot tolerate. I hate this even more than loud chewing. I HATE loud chewing.

I have a huge problem with one-way flirters. You know the ones. The guys [usually] who creep on girls who are either: a) taken b) eons out of their league, or c) underage. Horn dogs such as these make me vomit in my mouth. (Or on the internet…)

One-way flirting only happens when a predator (creeper) focuses in on his prey. Granted, there are other situations that could be considered as one-way flirting. If only one member of the party is interested, then there is obviously a little one-way flirting going on. That, however, is not the kind I speak of. I am speaking of a situation where it is 100% NOT okay for this guy to be hitting on the poor girl.

Lately, I have been that girl.
And he has been the peeve.

I'm sorry, sir. I don't know where you have been for the last five months…. but I am MARRIED. I'm quite sure you are very aware of that. I'm also quite sure that my husband wouldn't appreciate you coming up behind me and squeezing my hips. You should also really stop telling me to watch porn. Don't look at me. Don't talk to me. Don't touch me. In fact, BACK OFF. (Don't worry, actions were taken. Sexual harassment report = filed.)

That, my friends… is my peeve.

As for today's impulsive want?
I would really like a free year of deep tissue massages. (Don't we all?)