‘At least you soften fast’
I was out walking today and freakin Connie started walking in front of me.
Connie is a bitch. I try not to look her way.
Same with Peppermint Patty, who I saw next.
I realized Kelly was spot-on when she told me the other day that I have a VERY active bitch face.
“At least you soften quickly,” she qualified it. “When you want to.”
She pointed out stories of men approaching us in bars and wherever else we go, which is everywhere.
She said they try so hard to come up to you and you look at them like they are about to ruin your good time.
I mean … aren’t they?
With this in mind, I’ve tried to check myself the past few days.
I called everyone with a red MAGA hat in Disney a Nazi. One and his disabled wife with a matching hat turned around and about beat the shit out of me in Epcot.
But hey fuck you — wear mouse ears like the rest of us and hide your racism.
Honestly they probably saw my face and changed their minds about attacking me. That and I can outrun them. Especially when their orange overlord cancels their disability payments.
But Kelly isn’t wrong. I really am just braced for nonsense.
From MAGA dipshits. From Connie and Peppermint.
From men who aren’t going to be worth it.
Like don’t fuckin talk to me or look at me or breathe my air.
Mom’s friend asked if I have Mom’s same bad luck with men. I said yes and I have the track record to prove it. But unlike her, I am not nice. I scare them off quickly.
She said good girl, you’re more like your grandmother.
That’s what I need — a good man like my grandfather who wasn’t scared off by her no-bullshit-allowed vibe.
I wonder how they met. All I know was he had just come back from the war.
You know, back when boys gave their lives and/or health fighting Nazis instead of needing to beg them for their military pensions.