Just No Dude . . . no.

    So a few days ago it was my moms birthday.  We went to celebrate last night, and I decided to get dressed up.  Like, the works: I looked like a goddamn goddess, right?  My hair was curled, makeup was flawless, skinny jeans, heels, cute top, jewelry.  And I felt ready to tackle the fucking world, right?
    But apparently the fates decreed 'not today'.  After dinner I went to buy some smokes, and I was tired and just wanted to go in and get out.  BUT NO!!
    I was checked out.
    And not in the "oh someone who is attractive and has a soul, I notice you" type way, NOOOOO, it was the "ooh look she has a vagina, tits, and ass" way.
    I'm not saying I don't liked being noticed on occasion (I mean I had gone to the trouble of looking awesome).  But leering at me?  Really?
    This man, who I don't know, went to the trouble of FOLLOWING me around this place and staring OBVIOUSLY at my rear.  I felt very uncomfortable, I even went to trouble of pulling my top down lower as a hint- like- just no dude- no.
    Luckily my dad was there, and the look he shot this guy: Priceless.
    So thank you dad, for potentially saving me.
    And as I was leaving with no faith left in mankind, a man opened the door, smiled at me, told me he hoped I had a good night, went inside and did his own damn business.
    So faith is partially restored . . . ish.