I went out to dinner tonight at one of my favorite places. Since it's one of my favorite places, I know most of the servers there. So...since it's the V-day, I brought some cupcakes I made. I wanted to show them that even though they were working on V-day someone cares enough to make them something special instead of buying something premade. When I came in, I was welcomed by the hostess and she asked me about the goodies I brought. As I was allowing her to pick one of the goodies, two of the drunk pricks sitting at the bar made remarks about me. They said the only way I get any attention is to bring things in for the girls there. It bothered me. Seriously.
But, as I was munching down on my dinner, I had a thought. I realized I chose to come in and eat. These pricks who made me feel bad seem to only come in, drink beer (a lot) and leer at the servers. I tend to go and eat, usual bringing a book or something else to read. I eat, am very quiet and talk to the girls, not at their boobs like the guys who made fun of me.
So who is the freak? The person who treats the girls with respect and doesn't really take up much space or a bunch of drunk pricks who get off hitting on girls and acting like dickheads? Sometimes reality doesn't fit. I'm just saying...
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