Wait, you're Finnish aren't you?

just about 2 weeks ago

i was in line with my friends at a Justice concert
and this drunken man (reeking of gasoline...i bet he was huffing it) stumbles up to our group and eyes me.

**NOTE**: i'm wearing a hood over my head, a winter jacket, a LONG skirt with opaque black tights and black boots on.. NO PART OF ME IS EXPOSED or represented in that way.

but i guess that doesn't matter

anyway, he comes up to me and slurs "hey...HEY.." looks at my friend beside me because i wasn't even looking him in the eye. He says "hey....do you know if she gets on her knees?"

No one responds... Just eyes go because everyone knew how close i was to decking the guy to the ground.

Then he looks at me again! and says "i can tell she likes to.."
then as he got no response, begins yelling "don't fuckin hit me man! just don't hit me..." at me - i guess he could see his future.
and then one of my hugely bigly tall male friends steps in-between me and him to block him out... he slowly walks away, turning to look at me as he goes.

He was hassling other girls in the line too. Other scantily clad girls. I WAS COVERED HEAD TO TOE. But again - that doesn't matter to some!


and i do not like getting on my knees unless i have to.. i prefer to sit.

Once... I was in SF at night, my bf & I had reservations & we were running late. I had him go up to hold the table while I parked the car (I drove & didn't want him driving my car, lol). So I'm @ the corner waiting to cross the street, my dress was short (but not THAT damn short) & I had heels on. I'm not sure if the guy was a tourist or what, I can't even remember what he said to me exactly (something like, "do you want a date") but it took several seconds to register in my brain I felt unsulted - it wasn't a tight dress, there was no cleavage, it wasn't see-through it was simply short, like a shirt-dress really, but apparently I looked like a whore that night.

Yeah I am, but I still don't get it..

Yeah, my knees are taking a hit after 2 decades of pleasing johns, I mean men!

And damn girl, you couldn't survive in Afghanistan giving off all them Pheremones like you do!

Yeah, once. I had gone to a concert and I forgot where I parked my car (), so I was walking all over this town that I wasn't familiar with and then this one dude kept calling me over to his car and following me. He said he had never seen me working there before It scared the shit out of me.

aaw..

When my wife was younger and dressed a bit more, non-conservatively, she would walk down the street with her sis in law and they would get hit on all of the time, but ppl driving by.

ah, the good ole days.

Once when I was walking at an underground station in a short skirt and a man followed me and asked me how much I charge for fucking.