when the cooler is occupied

You almost brought me down.

I don't get it. Do you think you're complimenting me? Am I supposed to find it flattering? Because you're not, I don't, and you're pushing my limits. Normally, I can brush it off with an uncomfortable laugh or sarcastic grin, but a girl can only take so much, ya know? It's getting a bit sickening. You're not unique, so stop thinking you're anything special. I wish I could say that your comments have stopped shocking me, but they still catch me off guard sometimes. I don't think I'll ever understand. It's inappropriate is what it is. Inappropriate and unappreciated.

I've come to realize that my education will never be the determining factor of my success in life. My intelligence will always be secondary. A little disconcerting, don't you think? So what's the use? My brain, my work ethic, my reliability, my pleasant demeanor... they're just extra. It seems it has always been more about having my "hot little ass" around. Is the way I look the only value I bring to the place? To think, I was naive enough to believe that I was actually valued for those more respectable qualities. To think, I believed myself to be respected. To think, I trusted you.

My "hot little ass" has grown tired of it. I don't known when I've ever felt so cheap in my life. Cheap. Nothing but a fine ass and pretty face. Is it so much to ask to just be respected, respected for something real? This is why I need to be back at school where I can get good grades and be respected for something more then the way my ass fits in my jeans.

So stop. Don't be a creep. Keep your comments to yourself because I don't want to hear them. You're not going to win me over and make me fall madly in love with you by saying inappropriate, tasteless, obscene things. It isn't appreciated and it just isn't right. In fact, I believe it's called sexual harassment.