And guys, we can hear behind us, you know. I mean, at least let me get a block away before you make your rude comments. I just came back from lunch and had to pass by the smoking area, where all the smokers congregate on the side of the building on the sidewalk. I steeled myself because I knew - I just knew as soon as I passed. OK, here are the comments I heard: first they laughed then I heard somebody say "Shit" but long and drawn out, you know. Then something like "you saw those - god damn." It's almost like a script. And those are the clean ones.
I don't even smile at men any more. Boobs and a smile mean I want to go to bed with you. At least that's what I've managed to translate.
But not all men. That's why I love my job. I work in interior design and most of my male friends are gay and they are wonderful people. I know exactly where I stand, although Martin is very envious of my chest and told me so! I love it!
Sorry for going off, but I mean it just happened and well it pisses me off.
I don't even smile at men any more. Boobs and a smile mean I want to go to bed with you. At least that's what I've managed to translate.
But not all men. That's why I love my job. I work in interior design and most of my male friends are gay and they are wonderful people. I know exactly where I stand, although Martin is very envious of my chest and told me so! I love it!
Sorry for going off, but I mean it just happened and well it pisses me off.