Why The Fuck Do You Want My Phone Number?
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: Holy Joe- U2
Topic: The horror the horror!


Evening,

After months of blogging out of sheer self indulgence something of a theme might at last be emerging on this blog. I hate stupid people, I hate wankers that cannot leave you in peace and I hate myself most of all for letting them get me angry.

There I was on a beautiful summers day happily smoking a fag at the bus stop minding my own business enjoying a bit of peace, when I was accosted by a physically repulsive, hatchet faced, petty criminal. He asked for a fag, I gave him one in the vain hope he might leave me alone. That didn't work, it only provoked him to ask for my phone number! Why? What did he want? Why in the name of God would I give my phone number to a member of the criminal classes who can't afford to buy fags?

I should point out I'm not an especially attractive woman but at least once or twice a month some weirdo will appear from nowhere and request my phone number. I ask why but never get any sensible answer. The best response I ever got was that I 'looked like I had my own way of doing things'. I expect it was a euphemism for something unsavoury but compliments being rather thin on the ground at the time I chose to take it at face value.

I should also point out that I'm not the only woman this happens to, so I know I'm not cursed. Can any of my male readers enlighten me as to the point of this bizarre exercise? 99.9% of women are going to tell you to fuck off if you just walk up to them and demand their phone number. The chances of getting laid as a result of this behaviour are virtually nil. Is it a revenge thing? Misogyny? Is irritating women about to be made an Olympic sport?

I demand answers.

Cheerio