I know I’m always putting it out there that I’d like a… companion, partner, romp, date, etc. But every girl has to have her standards, right? It seems like the only men who try to hit on me are of the um, er, unfortunately unblessed variety. There’s one man in our social group who creeps out everyone not just me, that hints he’d like to get together. There’s also another person I see very occasionally that has also hit on me in the past, even before he started broadcasting his kinky proclivities.  These people I can be polite/civil to and keep up the social thing and not hurt anyone’s feelings. Because if I were to open my mouth and tell them what I really think, well I wouldn’t be all that nice about it.

But Casey has this friend I’m about to lose my patience with. There’s this teasing thing amongst most of his friends, we flirt with each other in front of Casey just to make him uncomfortable. It’s fun and it’s ALL in fun, right? Except this guy:

yuk

yuk

This is his going to a child’s birthday outfit. Yes, that’s a beer can in his hand. He brought his own. His usual outfit is this type of shirt in yellow or orange, and *shudder* shorts even shorter in other washed out colors.

You ladies are squirming right now?

The other night I was at Casey’s for dinner and he showed up. My twitter comments show the feelings I couldn’t say out loud:

  • Crap, yet another guest arrives. SkinCrawl makes me want to barf. I’m hiding in the bedroom. I need a smoke! NO! #
  • 18:59 Stop talking to me! I’d rather take a hot poker up the ass than be polite to you, ya freak! #
  • 19:06 He asks what I’m texting. Truth? How vile and disgusting you are. Politer answer: Nuttin.

So at Kira’s birthday party someone asked me if I wanted a piece of cake and I said no, then this guy sidles up to me, actually wiggles his eyebrows and said, “You want a piece of this? And I’m not talking about the cake.”

AAAAarrrrrrrgggggh. No thank you.

Alright nicer people than me, how does one turn aside unwanted attention without being too disruptive to the group status quo? Not that I think I’m so much better than anyone else, don’t you know. But if someone makes your flesh crawl?

I forgot to mention his name is Buck.