She definitely is not good looking, but in a couple of years she won't have to worry about it at all, anyway.
I imagine one of her future entries will look something like this.
"Rode the train all the way to Long Beach and back and not one guy even looked at me. I was wearing my best (whatever bullshit women's fashion will be in style) and I ditched the ring I used to wear on these trips. But nothing. It's like I'm invisible. Hellooooo. I'm a catch. My friends all say so. I'm hot. My friends all say so. I read (bullshit feminist authors). I'm a nerd, but not awkward. I'm well traveled. I have a degree in gender studies. I just got a pixie haircut. I use mass transit.
Of course, these two college-aged bimbos boarded a few stops after me and every man in the train was all over them. So typical. Trying to talk to them and asking them all kinds of questions and whatever else they could think of. Men are such assholes.
Those sluts were thin, pretty and friendly. I have no idea what small-brained men can see in them. Ugh. It makes me so angry. Why can't they just man up and talk to women that are older than them. Always chasing younger women. They must be pedophiles.
No one even sat near me. Actually, one weirdo sat in front of me. But he didn't say anything to me. He was reading a book. I asked him what he was reading. He was rude and told me curtly that he just wanted to read and not be bothered. Oh well, he was creepy, anyway. Probably had a small dick and I doubt could handle a strong woman anyway. Loser.
Right before my final stop, a hottie in a suit came aboard. I saw him scanning for a place to sit. I knew if he saw me, he wouldn't be able to resist. I edged out of my seat, putting me slightly into the aisle. He looked at me as he got close and said, "excuse me ma'am, I need to get by." Stuck up asshole. Called me ma'am. Me!!! All my friends say I look waaay younger. I'm 45, but my doctor says I look 28. Why wouldn't he stop and talk to me?
I was so depressed. After I got home, I noticed I could barely breathe and my heart was pounding out of my chest. Even now, in my own home, my hands are still shaking and for some reason the stress has made my back muscles feel cold and numb. From all the tension, I can only assume. I can’t eat anything, I still feel like I’m going to vomit, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t cried so much, so hard I still have the headache.
And all I can think of is "WHERE HAVE ALL THE GOOD MEN GONE?!"
I imagine one of her future entries will look something like this.
"Rode the train all the way to Long Beach and back and not one guy even looked at me. I was wearing my best (whatever bullshit women's fashion will be in style) and I ditched the ring I used to wear on these trips. But nothing. It's like I'm invisible. Hellooooo. I'm a catch. My friends all say so. I'm hot. My friends all say so. I read (bullshit feminist authors). I'm a nerd, but not awkward. I'm well traveled. I have a degree in gender studies. I just got a pixie haircut. I use mass transit.
Of course, these two college-aged bimbos boarded a few stops after me and every man in the train was all over them. So typical. Trying to talk to them and asking them all kinds of questions and whatever else they could think of. Men are such assholes.
Those sluts were thin, pretty and friendly. I have no idea what small-brained men can see in them. Ugh. It makes me so angry. Why can't they just man up and talk to women that are older than them. Always chasing younger women. They must be pedophiles.
No one even sat near me. Actually, one weirdo sat in front of me. But he didn't say anything to me. He was reading a book. I asked him what he was reading. He was rude and told me curtly that he just wanted to read and not be bothered. Oh well, he was creepy, anyway. Probably had a small dick and I doubt could handle a strong woman anyway. Loser.
Right before my final stop, a hottie in a suit came aboard. I saw him scanning for a place to sit. I knew if he saw me, he wouldn't be able to resist. I edged out of my seat, putting me slightly into the aisle. He looked at me as he got close and said, "excuse me ma'am, I need to get by." Stuck up asshole. Called me ma'am. Me!!! All my friends say I look waaay younger. I'm 45, but my doctor says I look 28. Why wouldn't he stop and talk to me?
I was so depressed. After I got home, I noticed I could barely breathe and my heart was pounding out of my chest. Even now, in my own home, my hands are still shaking and for some reason the stress has made my back muscles feel cold and numb. From all the tension, I can only assume. I can’t eat anything, I still feel like I’m going to vomit, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t cried so much, so hard I still have the headache.
And all I can think of is "WHERE HAVE ALL THE GOOD MEN GONE?!"
