I have a part-time job at a restaurant, and although I like the people i work with, I hate the job because of our major customers. Just tonight, I was asked if I was “18 yet”, winked at by an older man who often comes in simply to watch me, and told that I had a nice body.
I will never understand why some men think that we are in desperate need for their flattery. I do not want you to hit on me. I do not want you to call me sweetie. I do not want you to check me out as I’m walking by.
I never signed up for unnerving advances when I applied for this job, but I guess it’s #MFIF