ilikelookingatnakedmen:frantzfandom:rhapsody-tardisblue:that’s really it thoforreal, I don&rsq
ilikelookingatnakedmen:frantzfandom:rhapsody-tardisblue:that’s really it thoforreal, I don’t know a single dude who met a woman by bothering them on the bus or train or walking down the street.Speaking as a social fuckwit, one thing I like to do is ask people “how did you meet your partner?”, in the hope of learning how Normal People do it.And invariably it’s through friends or activities. The occasional amusing story of “my grandad met my grandma when he toilet papered her house” makes a great tumblr reblog but is not representative (and probably not actually true). This is not great news for those of us with depression and anxiety, but on the plus side, the majority of people I know with depression and anxiety have partners. It took them a while and they got bitten by assholes on the way, but they got there and may do so again. Seriously, every time I’ve ever met someone, whether romantically or platonically, it’s been through some mutual interest. I have never once randomly started talking to a stranger in a public setting and had any kind of lasting thing arise from it. We literally stop talking when we go our separate ways and then forget each other and never talk or even ever see each other again.Growing up as a woman, I have historically been far too ugly for men to bother me in the street, but that doesn’t mean that I’d take it as a compliment if they ever tried, and I’d never tell anyone else to take it as a compliment. Because it’s not a fucking compliment, is it. Men don’t do it to compliment you.So fuck this bullshit excuse. You’re not trying to meet anyone, you’re not trying to compliment anyone. Fucking sit down and shut up. -- source link