I suspect there’s a reason his wife is gone. If I was his wife, I’d be gone, too.

Then we could have both been rudely propositioned for a three-way or something, but had a snappier retort.

I miss you when you’re not around.

Asshole: you’re really just more of the same of what I’ve got at home.

Susie: oh, she won’t fuck you, either?

I like that version better.

And thanks for being outraged on my behalf. I talked to Todd a while on the phone yesterday (he was en route to Chicago from LA) and he was also outraged & irritated, and he doesn’t get that way very often, so I felt further validated. Just so surreal and offensive.

And the sad thing is that I really wanted to do some yardwork yesterday, but knew that if I did this guy would be trying to talk to me, so I stayed inside.

I was talking to my friend Jessica on Friday about why/how he could have gotten the impression that he could say that to me (you know, trying to find a way it was my fault) and she said “It’s nothing to do with anything you did. All my guy friends, they’re all like that. In the back of their heads they’re always thinking that you’ve got a hole and they’ve got something they could stick in it.”

Which is equal parts true and disheartening, and makes me never want to talk to another man again, ever. Bleh.

http://bitchphd.blogspot.com/2008/08/quick-hit-sunday-sexual-harassment.html

It’s bad enough that women have to put up with this shit just walking down the street. (A quote from a recent story, in a blog you may enjoy if you aren’t reading it:

“There is no proper way to pay random attractive women on the street a compliment. I don’t want to hear random dudes tell me they have deigned to deem me fuckable when I am daring to use to public way to carry out my fucking business.” )

Sorry for all the fucking cussing.