6.21.2011

.Who Let You Out of Your Tower?!.

   
       I have a story that really isn't a first or new for me, but ultimately was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back. I believe it was a Thursday night and all was as it should be good friends, good drinks and overall good times. The bar was closing and everyone started to head for the door. Everyone including yours truly. I was wearing a fun outfit which included a black skirt, not a take me home now skirt, but a I could meet your mom in this skirt, skirt. As I am walking I feel a rather uncomfortable sensation...someone or something has just grabbed my skirt/what's underneathe it. As I turn to find out what exactly was happening I see him/it/ew that has just committed this act, quasi-god damn it-modo.
    Everyone reading this has just thought, SO? This happens all the time. Unattractive men grab ass. I know this, but here is where my situation is extreme....this is ALL I ever get. Mildly attractive men will buy drinks or something for the group I'm with and most likely will end up talking with one of the other girls. While I will more then likely be groped or attacked by some monster who wants to know if I've had a threesome recently, if I'd like to or if I am feeling a sudden urge to give the "girls" a breath of fresh air. Or better yet if I know that I look just like Jennifer Love Hewitt and que a re-enactment of some box office flop that I've never seen. Why me, Quasi? Why me? I do in fact realize that Quasimodo had a good heart and was a victim, but ultimately Quasi was friend zoned and the girl got her knight. Why am I stuck in the ground hog day of Notre Dame? Someone put these men back in their tower. This girl has had enough.