Aw, Shucks

I apologize for the ensuing confusion.

Can’t get no respect.

14 January 2013 by ludakristen

I was standing outside the Monte Carlo hotel in Las Vegas a few days ago. It was early in the morning. I was smoking a cigarette and browsing Facebook on my iPhone. I was exhausted, and I’m sure I looked it.

A man approached me.

“How long will you be here in Vegas?” he asked me.

I was not interested in casual conversation with a stranger, so I kept my eyes glued to my phone.

“A few days,” I replied.

“Are you here for the big convention?” he asked. Apparently my refusal to look up, smile, or participate in this conversation was not enough of a hint for this guy.

“Yep,” I replied. I moved from Facebook to Twitter. The man stepped a little bit closer to me.

“Are you doing anything tonight?” he asked.

Definitely not fucking you, I thought.

“Yep,” I replied. I didn’t want to walk away. This man was invading my personal space, and walking away would be admitting defeat.

“Do you want to hang out later?” he asked, lowering his voice.

I think we all know what he meant by ‘hang out later.’

“No thanks,” I said. I dropped my half-smoked cigarette and walked back inside the hotel. I admitted defeat. I ran away, tail tucked between my legs.

He caught up to me a few moments later in the lobby.

“So what, you got a boyfriend or something?” he asked.

“Yep,” I said. My heart was racing. It was the nicotine, I think, or maybe it was something else.

“Oh, sorry to bother you,” he responded. And then he finally left me alone.

I wish I could describe him to you, so if you’re ever in the Vegas area you could keep an eye out for him, but I refused to look at him throughout this entire interaction. It didn’t seem to matter. What mattered, apparently, was that I had a boyfriend. As soon as I brought a man into the equation, he was suddenly respectful of my disinterest.

Fancy that. The sheer mention of my abstract boyfriend, halfway across the country, garnered more respect than actual living breathing human me. 

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6 comments | Categories: A Perfect World, Vagina!

  • http://www.lambicpentameter.com Beth

    Goddamnit.

  • http://twitter.com/DogsOnDrugs Dogs On Drugs

    Well, it could’ve been worse. He could have followed up with “He doesn’t need to know”.

    • Luda Kristen

      That would’ve earned him a knuckle punch to the ball sack.

  • Shannon Fisher

    I was really wishing you had said no to the boyfriend question because I wanted him to know that you’re fuck-off stance had nothing to do with being taken.

    Gah. Creepers no creeping.

  • Meghan

    Some guys grow up from being boys to, well, still being little boys. They’re unaccustomed to not having things their way. They’ve been brought up in a culture where they’re always owed something, and a pretty girl for a night is just another one of those things. Like a cool car or a big house, you’re just a bro-trophy that one bro can show off to his other bros so they all can admire their manliness together.

  • http://www.suburbansweetheart.com/ Suburban Sweetheart

    Disgusting,