Just because I have a v****a does not automatically mean I will sleep with you.
just because you help me out does not mean I will help you break your marriage vows. go beat off in the bathroom because you are giving good men a bad name.
Monday, a guy helps me out. its raining, and I have my baby with me. He insists on helping me keep dry. Yes it was stupid to get in to the car of a man I barely knew thats not the issue. I've already lectured myself and been lectured by family for that and will lecture myself again. was he a good samartian? no I find out after he helps me that he wants sex in exchange. I refused even a kiss, he angrily left saying that I used him.
Excuse me? how did I use him? He offered to give me a ride in fact he insisted. he said nothing about sex, he simply said he'd help me get warm. I'd have to have a continuously dirty mind to automatically think getting warm means sex. I was with my kid and I told him I was on the way to babysit another person's kid. even if I didn't have hang ups against sleeping with total strangers it's just wrong to do that in some one else's house while two small children depend on you.
If you help someone out and expect payment I'd rather you not help anyone at all.
seriously, you don't go and offer help and not tell them you want payment until after you are done, its bad business. it'd be like Macdonald's offering free burgers then charging for them after people eat. its fraud.
It wasn't until after I smelled alcohol on his breath. I COULD KICK MYSELF! I GOT IN THE CAR WITH A DRUNK DRIVER!
I hope he got pulled over for a dui and I hope he gave the cops a problem and got his a** beat.
I leave this rant up to remind myself that not every friendly person has my child's best interests at heart, that actual good Samaritans will not insist on helping you,
never ever get in a car with any one, and above all listen to your instincts.
I let the fact that it was cold and rainy over-ride my concern that he might be a pervert. I gambled wrong and we were lucky that he wasn't a serial killer like the other guys might have been.
Ah the other guys that fuel the "I hate men" threads that plague ed from time to time. about 4 different men on 4 different occasions wanted me to get in their car, house or apartment. a situation that screams "serial killer that talks to his dead mother in the attic". well Buffalo Bob number 1 drives past, sees me, stops his car, reverses his car, moves stuff into the back seat, and begs me to take a ride with him. um... no thanks, i'm afriad you'll kill me and stuff me in a duffel bag.
Buffalo Bob sr. sits in a parking lot on my way home from work. he begs me to get in to his car. "oh please I'm so lonely." if you are are so desperate for company to sit next to you in car then create an imaginary friend. oh wait you want sex. well there are women who made it their career, go hire one. what the hell makes you think I am one? I just got out of work, I smell like burgers and fries. Is the fast food resteraunt uniform what prostitutes are wearing? or maybe they are wearing large baggy clothes that hide most of their body now. I really want to know because I keep getting mistaken for one!
Fat a** number two drives up and nothing about me should scream whore, I'm dressed to work in a factory complete with the recommended heavy boots. maybe the working woman turns him on i dunno. he asks if i'm looking to party. to ma party is cake, a clown, and balloons. I wanted to give him a smart a** answer but I don't think he'd have gotten it.
On my way to my friend's house I'm 6 months pregnant and a dude just asks me out of the blue if I want to go out. thats the sort of thing you expect in a club or bar where more people are actually looking for mates. the street is not a place to do so. not every woman on the street is looking to hook up. it makes more sense to simply go to a singles bar because you will find a higher ratio of people willing to go out with you. its simple logic.
An old man in his apartment window calls out to me. He wants me to come up to his apartment for 15 bucks. I'd like friends to come over, watch tv with me, have some dinner and a few laughs. I know old people don't get that often, their kids take them for granted, put off visiting, and they don't get out much to have fun because the poor dears get tired all the time young people hate being around that because they remember their parent being so strong and it freaks them out so I feel sad for him that he has to bribe people to come up and hear his stories. and then it slowly dawns on me... he's not looking for a granddaughter he's looking for eek ..eww!
Old people have their needs I know. its just that he just assumed that I was a sex worker. and I wonder is it because I'm female or because I am purto riccan?
Another Buffalo Bob shows up as I'm walking to a store. at first I thought he was someone I knew who works for the landlord. he circles the block honking his horn at least 3 times and my creep'o'meter is slowly rising and reaches the top when the dude drives up to me a block from the store. he asks where i'm going. i tell him the store. then he asks if i want a ride. that would be pointless I'm practically in its parking lot. he keeps talking. he really wants me in his car. I'm like no, i'm not going to become part of someone's collection in their basement.
So why did I get in the car with mr. bad samaritain? he didn't register as creepy, he registered as a concerned father giving a fellow parent a hand. the lesson is, trust no one. I must remember, people do break marriage vows, rapists do marry and have kids, the bk killer was a father no one suspected. no one saw that coming, he was a dad, he didn't register on the creep'o'meter.
I forgot to adjust my meter and now I shall. He helped me out in two ways, he gave me a ride to my friend's house and he reminded me that predators are skilled liars and will say do anything to get their prey to walk into the trap of their own accord.
that and having a baby doesn't protect you from being thought of a prostitute.
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i have been helped out by some good sams of both sexes, who actually wanted nothing in return.
the trouble is, that's the kind of disguise a predator would use too.