Brefreek's Diary

Creeps!

Okay, so tell me why I tend to be a magnet for creeps and freaks of all shapes and sizes. Why? I don't understand it! I'm not ugly, but it's not like I'm Halle Barry, either! And yes, I have tattoos, but does that automatically make me a skank?

 I went to the rennaisance festival a couple weeks ago. Guys kept asking to see my tattooes (which are on my upper arms) so no big deal. But then one guy- who was, ironically, old enough to be my father- STROKED my tattoo and said "Daddy likes it". What the hell is that?

Then, the other day at the mall, some guy at the pizza shop (again, old enough to be my father) looks at me in the face and says, "I'm a married man, and would never cheat on my wife... but I sure love to look." AHH!

 Then I get this random message from some guy on myspace, talking about how he hoped I didn't think him insincere, and how my smile had immediately caught his attention, blah-blah-blah. He refrained from talking about my anatomy, thank God. Apparently he could "tell I'm close to my family and that I'm a good friend." Then he went on and on about my eyes, and how in them he saw "a heart the size of a castle, longing to be inhabited". What does that even mean? Nobody's worming their way into my "castle" punk. But he intrigued me, so I check out his page. It's not like he's bad-looking: several years older than me, pretty hot. So I messaged him back- I figure, if nothing else, he'll keep me in laughs for a while.

And THEN right after I message him, I get another message from some guy, saying nothing by "ey, baby". What? What is ey?

 So yeah, that's my rant for right now... fun stuff, eh?