Weak Links In The Womanhood Chain
I am embarrassed to be a woman sometimes. Not embarrassed to be myself, but that some randy donkey that'll poke anything breathing even tries to shovel out a load of crap with me to see if maybe the elastic band on my panties will miraculously drop off at first eye contact. When I was a teen-ager, older guys used to yell out their car windows at me to come over and talk to them. I wasn't flattered by it and I ignored them. What made them think they could yell out their windows like that and I'd actually come? But they kept doing it, so it must've worked with some girls, just not me. I'd get mad at the guys and those unknown girls for promoting their behaviour. It's like that.