The richest girl in town. (fightingwords) wrote,
The richest girl in town.

and you, the third man within two blocks of my ten minute walk from the train station. you, the one who said "you walk like you have a lot of confidence. that's a good thing." and i am confident, and maybe that is a good thing, but you're still raking your eyes over my body like you think you own it and buried somewhere in that compliment is irritation that you never will. and i wonder if it's that confidence that chaps your hide, if it's that confidence that made those other guys glare at me like i was a piece of meat, in my corduroy pants and smart sweater vest and unsexy black boots, hardly an inviting outfit. but maybe that's part of it, too. i'm not on the market, not available to you, and my god, that pisses you off, doesn't it?

so yeah, i walk with confidence, and yeah, that's a good thing. and that's why i didn't bother to respond as you bored holes in my ass as i stomped on by because i've got places to go, people to see, and better things to do with my time than talk to people like you.

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