What’s the deal with strangers calling me sweetie and dear? Does this happen to everybody? Am I simply excessively cute? Why do people with whom I only have a one-sentence conversation feel that they have the right to think I am their sweetie?
Ridiculous. And not only with men, but women too which makes me even more uncomfortable because now I am just more confused than ever.
Oh well. My friends are one thing, but weird strangers. Old men are the grossest and the worst at thinking that they have a personal right to my life and my body.
Whoa. This is now a rant.
Something positive . . . got to say something positive . . . nope. Nothing.