I am not impressed with your vile tricks, temptress.

I am very bad about being cold to hot girls. And when I say "hot", I don't mean the kind of girl that I think is hot, I mean the kind of girl who has hair that obviously takes her a long time to style, wears lots of make-up, and talks in this high pitched baby voice while running her fingers in her hair no matter who she's talking to, and wears shirts with her boobs hanging out. You know. Paris Hilton types, except real people you actually know.

I am kind of mean to them. It's just instinct. People that were the type to be popular in high school, even if all grown up now, make me feel full of disgust. When it's a guy I just hate them. But when it's a woman I specifically resent them. Their very existence makes me think constantly, "How dare you?"

What really annoys me about them is when every guy I'm around suddenly reverts to a 12 year old boy and all trip over their own dicks to converge around her. Worse, often this competitive nature that was never there in any other situation comes bubbling up and they all become assholes to one another in a weird attempt to impress her, like she's going to say, "Oh my god, you totally made fun of that guy in such a totally unrecoverable way! Please bend me over something now!"

And when she looks over at me, I feel like she's thinking to herself, "Oh look, there's another toy for me to play with and to give me attention."

This makes me do the opposite. I stare at them with contempt and go out of my way with my actions and body language to say "I AM NOT IMPRESSED WITH YOUR VILE TRICKS, TEMPTRESS."

But then I realize that the way I'm being isn't fair. She can't help the way she looks, I think. Sure, she can help the way she dresses, but what's wrong with a sexual being exhibiting sexuality? And if boys are going to stab each other in the back just to be near her, well, eventually it would just be natural to take advantage of that. If I had every girl I came in contact with fall at my feet, I'm not sure that I wouldn't eventually give in to that. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't be aware of how ridiculous the situation is or that I stop being a good person, so there's no reason this person isn't genuinely cool but also a sex pot who takes advantage of the attention she gets. After all, if I want to know her as a person and not as a thing that I want to have sex with, why in the world should I care about guys wanting to bone her?

So what invariably happens is that I'll see her alone, in a rare moment not being crowded by men who seek her attention, and I'll think to myself, here, try some one on one. Get to know her as a person. So I'll approach her and I'll start conversation.

"Sigh. So uhm. What kind of music do you like?"

And they grin and bounce a bit so their boobs jiggle and they run their finger through their hair and say "Oh my god, like, I *insert shittiest band in the world here!* I like music that is so bad I don't even know how bad it is! What about you?"

"Absolutely nothing! I listen to no music at all! See ya around!"
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