I hate being a girl.

Right now, at this moment, I can officially say "I hate being a girl." Yesterday after my Public Speaking class ended, I was waking on campus towards the lightrail station. When this old 60-year old man asked me for the time. So I politely gave him the time. After that, he started asking me a million questions: What's your major? Where do you live? What do you like to do? I began to freak out, this man was asking me a million questions and following me!! He then asked me if I'd like to go grab coffee with him. The WHOLE entire time, I made no eye contact with him. I was looking down the whole time and giving him one word answers. What the fuck, did he NOT get the hint? He THEN asked me if I wanted to go eat Johnny Rocket's with him. Honestly, why would a 17-year old girl want to be friends with a dirty greasy looking 60-year old man? You would think after 60 years of living he would understand that. I finally reached the lightrail station and luckily there were people sitting there. I immediately sat next to these two teen boys. The old man followed me there and finaly left saying "have a good weekend." OH! And he asked for my e-mail address; I gave him mine but purposely misspelt it. AND then he gives me his name, e-mail address, and phone number. Guess where those are at? Yep, in the fucking garbage. If I see him again and he starts talking to me again, I am going to sternly say: "I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk to me anymore, please leave me alone." Now, I am going to walk around with my Sigg Alimumnum bottle always filled with water AND pepper spray because there are some fucking weirdos out there.

Die old perverted men, die.