This is a recollection of a Monday event.
So physiology class just ended. I have 3 study partners--one of them is some married, balding dude who's name we wont speak of. So end up walking out of class together. We get into an elevator and there's another dude inside of it. Some black, grimey ass lookin mofo. He begin staring at me while sucking his teeth... licking his crusty lips... while primatively grunting and repeating the phrases, "Oh girl... uh HMm... can you blame me?" I realized that I wasn't a piece of fried chicken (sounds great right about now) but I couldn't help but feel that way.
So the <1min long elevator ride felt as though it was a century long ride. I began to ask myself, "What the hell have I done to deserve this? Was it the silent mentally disabled (i have to be politically correct) jokes that I sometimes tell myself when I have nothing better to do? Maybe karma is, in fact, real and it's now biting me in the ass? Who knows.
Back to the story... After being completely overwhelmed by grizzly's "smooth" advances, my partner and I walk out of the elevator towards the building's exit (a few steps ahead of the elevator troll). At this point, I'm in complete shock at how disgusting and dressed down I felt after getting out of the elevator. To calm my nerves, my partner brilliantly suggests, "We should just hold hands now. Ya know.. so that he'll think we're dating." I give him the stankest glare that I could muster up but he somehow translates my "you're a dumb fuck"stare into "Oh, please. Tell me more".
In addition, he suggests that "We should've just went at it in the elevator. All over eachother. So that he could think that we were dating."
The light bulb comes on finally...
This married putz has a crush on me. Who the fuck would ever say some shit like that. And before you tell me that I'm over reating... I am not. This dude was dead muthafucking serious. He kept asking to hold me hand and I kept feeling more and more offended. After giving him the crazy eyes a few more times, only words that would actually come out of my mouth was, "Uh.. no. I don't THINK so."
I didn't curse him out like I normally would have because he's my physio partner and we all (my 3 other partners) pretty much depend on eachother to get through this class. I don't want him to fuck me over. I have to maintain my alliances... something I learned from watching the RealWorld years ago.
Why do the nastiest guys feel so confident about saying/doing creepy shit. Now if elevator troll & married lab guy were dimepieces (single dimepieces)... I wouldn't be on here complaining. Most likely, I'd be on my back somewhere. Which would be degrading. But in a good sort of way.
