Originally posted by: GirlFriday
Actually, I don't care what anyone calls me, as long as it isn't in that leacherous way, you know, with them breathing down your neck and all close to you, thinking that by calling you a "babe" or "hottie" they have suddenly won the key to your pants.

I guess I have dealt with too many creepy men, guys who do things like put a cigarette out on your hand when you turn them down politely if they ask you to dance, or ones that think its cute if you blow them off nicely to stand there and yell vulgar things at you and slap their buddies on the back while they chuckle to let a word like babe or chick bother me. Once you have dealt with the really bad ones, the regular ones just don't seem so bad anymore.