Actually they don't! But it's owned by a French guy.. or company or whatever.. You gotta love their commercials and ads.
Haha so I'm attractive to older men...much older men. The holes in my pants are not on the ass, or even the back of the legs. Both holes are located on the sides of my thighs down past my pockets. - And I wasn't asking for it by the way I was dressed. In fact I looked like a bum. I didn't make a seen because it would have been pointless. Plus I hate being the center of attention. I keep to myself always. Seeing how it was my leg, and not my ass, crotch or boobs it wasn't really a huge deal. He just creeped me the fuck out. And my comment about past experiences, I failed to mention how long ago those experiences took place. When I was in middle and high school I would get sexually assaulted. I told on the guys back in the early years, but nothing was ever done about it. In fact all the teachers would say was, "don't do that again." Yeah that really helped. After that I learned how to fight back. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to hit a guy that cops a feel, but doesn't do anything else. What would be the point? I don't need anymore issues with fighting. Oh and I hate the Target here. I like the one in Acworth, but the one here sucks.
It breaks my heart knowing you've been sexually abused. It's one of those aspects of gender relations that leaves me perplexed. How the hell did we get here? Next time don't make a scene, simply tell a cop or security guard what happened. Who knows? You might be making the world safer not only for you but for other women as well.
Just to clarify the touching thing...I was referring to occasions I touched women without flirting first...some of the time they took offense...a couple of them ended up in my bed. Either way, it's not something I'm very proud of. I touch women regularly whenever there is prior eye-contact and flirting. The occasions I mentioned previously was when I touched them out of the blue. Then again I never touched private parts or legs without flirting first. Eye contact? I do that regularly too. And yes, it works. The problem is that some women make a point of seeming impervious...sometimes not because they are actually indifferent, but they are just playing the part. I admit to touching women acting like that simply to spite them. Again, not in private areas or even legs. Either way, it's something I don't intend to do again. Let them rot in their ball of aloofness, I say. Love-N-it, why the hell do you think I'll go to hookers when I'm 70? What do you expect? That I fuck someone my own age???
Oh well,,, when I am a 75 year old man... you might find me to be creepy ! And I seriously doubt I will give a rat's ass what you or the rest of the world thinks of me. kinda like now !
Do what Charlton Heston would do. Not shoot 'em, I mean yell "Get your paws off me you damned dirty ape." Sorry that happened though. I'd have hit 'em.
i think people associate large breasts with physical availability. every woman i know with large breasts always has this problem. it's like when you were in junior high or whatever and all the small tittied girls would call you a slut just for having big breasts. it started then and it's continued since.
Oh yeah I know. I hated the girls at school. I knew one girl that used abortions as a form of birth control, and she called me a whore because I was friends with the guys, and had large tits. Eh. Oh and Fitz the guy was on one of those scooter things. I think I would have been singled out as the evil one in the situation if I had hit the guy. Oh and I don't need anyone to protect me. This wasn't meant to be a "poor pitiful me" thread. More like an "UGH I can't believe that creepy bastard did that."
it woulda been really funny if you'd calmy stuck a couple of chocks under his wheels and walked away.
when my grandpa was being a real jerk, i'd hide the remote and leave. he was in a wheelchair from a stroke. i was very young.
he could be a real nasty sort. but i think he enjoyed my show of evil cunning. though it would annoy my grandma. there was a couple of times i gave it to the dog, mindy, and she'd race out the door and hide it in her favorite log. i'd leave it on the joy of painting.