stereotypical single woman

I’ve never been the kind of girl that’s gotten much attention from men. Honestly, it always surprises me when a guy expresses interest in me. I’m nice and all, but not a flirt or social butterfly - or even someone that gets noticed very often. I’m very much a plain Jane with a potty mouth. So it’s come as a huge shock to be on the receiving end of all the male attention I get at work.

Never before have I gotten so much attention from men, most of it bordering on sexual harassment. Whether it’s the tall smelly guy standing so close behind me while I change the toner that he “accidentally” touches my ass a couple times, or an old man asking me if I’d like to sit on his lap while I help him edit a paper (only to then find out it’s about tantric sex - with many, many picture) it’s a very uncomfortable situation. But the sexual harassment can be dealt with. If it gets too bad I can have them escorted from the building. Or I can deal with it creatively. When the guy stands too close to me I simply step backward and “accidentally” grind a 3″ heel into his instep; and when the old men make me uncomfortable with what they’re writing and viewing it’s very easy to feign ignorance and send one of my male coworkers over to help them instead.

What really bothers me is the library stalkers. They’re the patrons that come in every day, sit close enough to the desk to overhear the staff conversations, and know WAY too much for me to be comfortable around them. These are not people that you want to know you well. These are people who have nothing better to be doing at 2 on a weekday afternoon than hang out in the library tech center. Say what you want about stereotypes, but sometimes they are scarily accurate. There’s one man in particular who will come up to the desk just to tell me that I need to shop at certain places for my cat’s food because the brand they like is on sale that week or, even more unnerving, that there’s an accident right before my exit so I might want to take the back roads home . I’ve never told him any of this information. He makes me very very uncomfortable bringing up what I consider very invasive, personal information that I haven’t shared with him. And it gets worse every week. Right now I’m just waiting for the day when he comes up to the desk tell me that my bra and panties don’t match.

I have become even more careful to never to bring up my site at work, because while I do share very personal information here, only a select few of you know who I am and where I live. And he doesn’t need to know any more than he already knows, because he’s scaring me enough. Tonight he brought me a Valentine’s gift, a heart shaped box of chocolate. Normally I’d be thrilled, but not from him. Not only am I not looking for a relationship at the moment, but I also have certain requirements for a potential date. Such as having a job, hair that has been washed more than once a week, being under the age of 40, and not being a stalker.

So sorry buddy, but I need to get rid of this, just having it in my apartment creeps me out. I could just throw it away, but I first though I’d ask if anyone out there wants my stalker candy. I can’t guarantee he hasn’t slipped roofies into it, but if that’s the kind of thing you like I’m not going to judge. Just leave a comment and it’s all yours!

(oh, and if you haven’t noticed I’m giving up on Blog365. As much as a like working on my blog I like writing real posts more than just throwing stuff up here to make a deadline. And the pressure of a deadline just makes it feel so much like school. I’d rather write fewer post, take the pressure off, and possibly write more worth reading.)