12.10.11

Five Things I Hate that Most Other Girls Profess to Love

1. Getting hit on.
Yeah, I'm going there. I hate getting hit on. It's stressful enough for my awkward self to interact with people, but when it's an awkward interaction to begin with, I flounder. I just don't know what to do or say - regardless of whether or not I find the guy attractive. It doesn't matter if I'm single, seeing someone or whatnot, I hate getting hit on.

While I commend the courage it takes to hit on a girl in the real life, whenever I get hit on in a bar, it always seems to be by the douchiest, creepiest guys who are obviously trying to get in my pants. And honey, that ain't going to happen. So I stare at them like they're speaking in a different language (and sometimes pretend not to speak English or Spanish so they think I actually can't understand them...) until they walk away. And then go back to my friends and feel embarrassed.

But then there are people who hit on you in the real life, you know, outside of the dingy lighting of bars, I feel impressed by their ability to ask someone out when they don't officially know them, which makes my awkward tendencies that much worse. And I just don't like hanging out with strangers.

Related: I also don't like being whistled at, being told "tha's what I'm talkin about" or similar things by guys on the street. That's gross. However, if you're a little old man with a cane, you can compliment my smile or say "Hola, guapa!"

2. Shopping
I hate shopping. Hate it. I can never find clothes, I get tired, and I just don't like it. Even when I'm shopping with people I like, I end up getting bored with the clothes and the options and honestly, I'm far too ADD to actually look well. So mostly, me shopping entails looking at a few racks of clothing, then bitching about how much clothing there is. I hate when other people find little gems hiding in the wrong rack. I don't have enough patience to do that.

3. Talking with strangers
Meeting new people is stressful. I fully admit to being that person who, when at a party with tons of strangers ("Strangers are a friend you haven't met yet!") just hangs out with the one person she already knows. I don't know how to start (or continue) conversations. I don't know what questions are appropriate to ask. Seriously, while hanging out with some friends, a stranger was present. In an effort to make conversation, I asked her how she knew my friend. She stuttered and my friend said, "Craigslist!" We all laughed as the friend pulled me aside to tell me, "No seriously. Craigslist."

I will never ask that question again. Ever.

4. Girls' nights out
Yeah I hate these. I feel as though the goal is to dress as slutty as you can and ditch your girls at the first opportunity of spending quality time with a guy you don't know. Maybe this plays into the fact that new people make me nervous and that I like my comfort zone, but I don't see the appeal of dressing in a lycra tube (glorified shirt) dress.

If I'm going to hang out with my lady friends, I'm going to sit in my pajamas, drink wine on the floor and watch Pride and Prejudice with them, swooning over Mr. Darcy. If I'm vying for male attention, I'm going to go to a bar and drink beers and giggle. Boys love a good giggle.

5. Having "Frenemies"
I like my friends. I think they're awesome. I don't like being fake to people I don't like, and I don't really even like acknowledging people I don't like. While I see nothing wrong with looking at a year book, and commenting on which girls got knocked up, which boys knocked up chicks and who married who, I will not pretend to be their best friend to their face. I will, however, be courteous, congratulate them on their baby, child support, marriage and be thankful it's not me, though. Different strokes, I guess.

3 comments:

  1. I love it when old men tell me I'm pretty, too. I mean, in a "oh aren't you a cute young person, so full of life, ahhh, to be young. . . " sort of way, not in a creepy way

    of course

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  2. Wait, there are girls who like getting hit on?

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  3. I know! I love the old men who tell me I have a beautiful smile - and are seriously, only complimenting my smile. And yes, I've talked to quite a few ladies who, when I say, ugh, dudes, stop hitting on me, they say, oo I love getting hit on. It makes me feel good about myself!

    Yeah, no.

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