It's no secret (at least not to me) that I've always been sort of jailbait and frankly I don't understand why. I'm not pretty or feminine or whatever, but for some reason, all the sick fucks in this town like to RUB AGAINST ME and it's SO. FUCKING. DISGUSTING. I had to live with that through high school, and I got out of it with a fierce hatred for public transportation. I had to press myself against windows so some horny freak wouldn't rub his groin against my shoulder when I was on the bus. I had to wriggle my way through crowds and step on people's feet to get rid of some sick fuck whose pelvis was way too far into my personal space. So yeah. I hate buses and I hate crowds and I secretly (and maybe not-so-secretly) wish I could do my job without having to leave the house, but that's not possible, is it.

And now we're (sort of) getting to the point of all this. About a month ago, I emailed my CV to this company, and since they didn't check back, I figured I didn't make the cut so I forgot all about it and focused on the other fish in the pond. Turns out they were a little slow or whatever, because I get this phone call today from some guy at that company. And he tells me, in this really bubbly and cheerful and downright creepy voice that he's "so glad to finally hear my voice" and that "we should meet up and talk". And I'm like "...who the fuck is this" and the guy starts explaining and I sort of start breathing again. Sort of, because even with his explanations and everything, that is still one hell of a scary way to approach potential employees.

To make a long story short, I politely decline his offer to "meet up and talk", tell him I already have a job and everything and then hang up.

About three hours later, I'm at an interview. The boss-lady is a nice lady, tells me I gotta pull a Dreamweaver CS4* and if I meet her standards, then I'm hired. We decide on the schedule, shake on it, wave bye-bye to each other and I'm back on the bus (the accursed bus) and on my way home.

But I'm far from being home-free. It seems that drunks have also taken an interest in me now that I'm an adult by society's standards. And we all know how drunk people are -- you just can't reason with them. If you ignore them, they'll pester you and if you're really unlucky, they might even get violent. On the other hand, if you don't ignore them, there's a good chance they'll stick to you like velcro.

I guess I got lucky. Sort of. There was this guy on the bus, drunk off his mind and physically unable to shut the fuck up. He kept raving on about his childhood or something -- I couldn't quite make out what he was saying because I had my earphones on. At some point, he asked this girl across from him for the time and she did what any sensible person would do: she ignored him. So mister AA turned his attention to me and I sort of couldn't ignore him because I was facing him directly.

So I answered, and the guy figured I'm feeling rather chatty so he kept on talking about whatever the fuck he was talking about and at some point, he looked at the girl he asked for the time before and said "You know, I don't like you. I don't like the way you look at me. You probably got like, ten years or so left to live." And then he looked at me and continued, "But you -- I like you. I think you've got some twenty years left to live."

And I'm like trying really hard not to choke on my chewing gum laughing, or laugh out loud, because Mister A.A. might just go back on his decision and say I've got five minutes left and then it's curtains fall for me.

This is the reason why I take my MP3 player with me everywhere I go -- so I don't have to hear all these crazy or drunk people talk to me. It's a lot easier to ignore them if I can't hear them. And this is also the reason why I don't like to take the bus and prefer walking to my destination instead, however far it may be. Because you see, it's kinda hard for people to stare at you and start weird convos with you or even rub against you if you're moving.

And this -- all of this -- is the reason why I despise the male species in general. So far, they've been nothing but horny animals to me. I've met a few exceptions, but they're a few.

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*Dreamweaver CS4 is a web design program which has a free trial period of 2 days, a thing I find to be ridiculous. And just in case you still don't get it -- it's a metaphor for my 2-day trial period at the shop before I (hopefully) get hired.