“Have I seen you before?”
“You’ve been going here awhile right?”
“Do you go to football games?”
“Can I call you sometime?” — Not with lines like that, you can’t.
It was a typical day on campus. I was sitting there, minding my own business around noon in the quad, enjoying the sun before heading off to work.
All of a sudden a large shadow came over me, blocking the sun’s rays. My body turned cold as I looked up at the imposing member of the opposite sex standing over me.
He introduced himself by asking me for directions, which I promptly gave. He followed up with a series of questions about me and my goings-on on campus.
My answers were short and succinct, hoping he would get the hint. No dice.
He then asked me if I went to football games. When I told him I was busy all the time, he made a disappointed noise and asked if he could call me sometime.
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As I contemplated the ridiculousness of the situation, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was something I was putting out into the universe. Was there something in my body language that said, “Yes, I would love for a random dude to come up and talk to me about nothing?”
Was I dressed in a way that invited idiotic pickup lines and downward glances at my chest? Was it the way I sat on that bench, content in my solitude that screamed, “Someone with a penis needs to be near me now?”
What makes guys think that just because a gal is sitting by herself that it is an invitation to spout their lamest pickup lines in the hopes of getting laid? Maybe I am old-fashioned, but a girl needs a little more than barely perceivable grunts to even consider the possibility of what now passes for a date or to give out a phone number.
I am not trying to toot my own horn or rave some girlish nonsense about how it sucks to be an attractive woman in today’s society. I am saying it has always been hard for women in every society in every time, and guys who objectify women in this way don’t make it any easier.
I understand that it is difficult for men to speak to women, especially when they think that all women have opinions like this one. I understand that it is nerve-wracking to try to jump-start a conversation not knowing anything about the other person.
So, I have to give kudos to any guys who do go up to a random female and try to make something out of nothing.
But I also understand that something worth having is worth putting effort into. These half-assed attempts at picking up a flavor-of-the-week are not worth my attention.
Some girls find it flattering, I am sure, to be constantly hit on, but maybe if the guy actually took the time and effort to learn about me instead of picking me out of a crowd because I have long, dark hair and a vagina, I would be more inclined to listen to what he had to say.
