I haven't stayed in our hometown foe a week and 4 stupid guys asked for my number, and guys are whistling or checking me out which is totally gross. (Gross maybe because they aren't my type.) I might sound conceited but I'm not. I'm not flattered at the very least. It bothers me to the fullest! I'm not that good-looking okay. I'm just average which is totally obvious. But I don't know what's wrong with the guys around. Are they that desperate as to ask for a girls name or number that looks like a damn truck?
Like seriously the first guy asked for my number in the terminal, and I swear I looked bad that time cos I've slept in the bus for hours. No powder, pure oil in my face. Gah! That's hilarious and embarrassing at the same time. The second guy was from the grocery store. It was noon and they had few customers, I'm genuinely happy that I don't have to wait in long lines because I carry too much baggage. When i finished paying and about to get my groceries this attendant asked to help me carry my groceries and I gladly said yes. I thought it was just courtesy so why decline eh? When I was about to ride a tricycle, he won't give me my groceries unless I give my damn number. And just smiled and said "next time". He's being incredibly persistent and is trying to act cute and talked as if we've known each other for the longest time and he asked again. And I was like "that's so sweet of you, can I shoot you now?" but I snapped, manners, so I smiled sweetly and again declined. Luckily he stopped cos the tricycle driver is waiting for me and he's causing delay for the driver and I, which I am thankful knowing that he is not that insensitive.
But seriously, I won't give my effing number for goodness sake! Just how close are we mister? We haven't had made any decent conversation and here you are acting all cute and casually asking for my number? Gah! The nerves. The two guys aren't worth talking. I'm tired and people are pissing me off. I would rather live in a cave than to endure another day with this kind of guys roaming around.
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