Food and Yuppie Land
Don't mess with my food. A girl and her food are inseparable, arguably, one in the same.
Setting: bar/lounge
Time: 9
Context: with every drink you get, you get a free personal pizza.
Short Annoying Jerk (SAJ): How do you like your jalapeno pizza?
Me: It's good.
SAJ: You're going to pee blood from eating all that spicy food.
Me: ...Not really. You're going to get a beer belly with all that beer you're drinking.
SAJ: Naw, I work out.
Me: That's nice. FYI don't talk to me as if we're friends.
SAJ: You're talking to me right now, doesn't that mean we're friends?
Me: No. If we're not facebook friends that means we're not legit. Sorry.
SAJ: Oh, who knew fb was such a big deal. Just eat your disgusting pizza.
Me: Your face is disgusting, but i'm still here. You should be gracious.
SAJ: Whoa...a little uncalled for but i like! I'm an asshole, too.
Me: Oh, really? I can tell. Usually, I'm much nicer.
One thing I don't like is when a stranger enters my personal space. Usually, when you talk to someone, you read their body language. If they are receptive of you as a listener or speaker, then proceed with whatever you are doing. If someone, like me, is pushing you away that means, in BIG BOLD RED LETTERS, you better take a step in the other direction.
Setting - bar
Time - 2:30 am
Context - 7 girls, yuppie land filled with only guys
White Jacket Creeper (WJC) : Do you like my jacket?
Me: Not really. Is that a line you use to get the ladies?
WJC: Obviously, it works because you're talking to me.
Me: ...about how your jacket is ugly?
WJC: I don't understand?(WJC starts leaning in towards me)
Me: You need to back up a little.
WJC: You don't like me standing here? (WJC steps closer to me)
Me: I just said, back up. What don't you understand? This is my personal space and you are not invited.
WJC: You don't mean that. You love this. (waves his hands up and down, signifying his body)
Me: Look, I don't like you and I don't want to talk you. (pushes WJC away)
WJC: What do you mean? (leans in towards my face causing me to lean back)
Me: I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU. (pushes WJC away)
WJC: Well, I actually don't want to talk to you. No one rejects me; I reject them.
Me: I don't really care...just stop talking to me.
I need to lose weight. I sent my mom a pic and she called me and said, "you look chubby." Ahh, just wanted I needed to hear.
Setting: bar/lounge
Time: 9
Context: with every drink you get, you get a free personal pizza.
Short Annoying Jerk (SAJ): How do you like your jalapeno pizza?
Me: It's good.
SAJ: You're going to pee blood from eating all that spicy food.
Me: ...Not really. You're going to get a beer belly with all that beer you're drinking.
SAJ: Naw, I work out.
Me: That's nice. FYI don't talk to me as if we're friends.
SAJ: You're talking to me right now, doesn't that mean we're friends?
Me: No. If we're not facebook friends that means we're not legit. Sorry.
SAJ: Oh, who knew fb was such a big deal. Just eat your disgusting pizza.
Me: Your face is disgusting, but i'm still here. You should be gracious.
SAJ: Whoa...a little uncalled for but i like! I'm an asshole, too.
Me: Oh, really? I can tell. Usually, I'm much nicer.
One thing I don't like is when a stranger enters my personal space. Usually, when you talk to someone, you read their body language. If they are receptive of you as a listener or speaker, then proceed with whatever you are doing. If someone, like me, is pushing you away that means, in BIG BOLD RED LETTERS, you better take a step in the other direction.
Setting - bar
Time - 2:30 am
Context - 7 girls, yuppie land filled with only guys
White Jacket Creeper (WJC) : Do you like my jacket?
Me: Not really. Is that a line you use to get the ladies?
WJC: Obviously, it works because you're talking to me.
Me: ...about how your jacket is ugly?
WJC: I don't understand?(WJC starts leaning in towards me)
Me: You need to back up a little.
WJC: You don't like me standing here? (WJC steps closer to me)
Me: I just said, back up. What don't you understand? This is my personal space and you are not invited.
WJC: You don't mean that. You love this. (waves his hands up and down, signifying his body)
Me: Look, I don't like you and I don't want to talk you. (pushes WJC away)
WJC: What do you mean? (leans in towards my face causing me to lean back)
Me: I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU. (pushes WJC away)
WJC: Well, I actually don't want to talk to you. No one rejects me; I reject them.
Me: I don't really care...just stop talking to me.
I need to lose weight. I sent my mom a pic and she called me and said, "you look chubby." Ahh, just wanted I needed to hear.
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