*sigh* losers!

Some pindick loser tried to talk to me yesterday while I was out shopping. I stared at him because at first I was sure he must have made a mistake! I mean, come on! Surely a little sissy slut like him wouldn’t think that I would ever give him the time of day? Girls with looks like mine do NOT talk to tiny-weenus wankers. I shoved him away and told him that he had no business talking to someone like me without first asking my permission. By this time people were watching us and I took the oppurtunity to humiliate the scum. I told him that if he wanted me, he’d have to earn me, and that he could start by licking the dirt off the bottom of my shoes. He was so embarrased, I could see him bending his knees because his first instinct of course was to do what I said, but then he noticed people looking at him. So he was sort of doing the Bunny Dip for me! Having a war between his desires and that little bit of pride he carries for no apparent reason. The people around us were giggling at the spectacle. Some had disapproving looks at me too.I’m sure they were thinking “omg, what a bitch! How could she DO that to the poor guy??” (Because I can because he practically asked me to, because if you look at his crotch he obviously is loving it!) Anyway, his “dick” finally won that battle and his knees buckled, he went down. I was not impressed that it took him so long to make that descision so when he was halfway into his kneeling for me, I took my high heeled sandal and pushed him, making him fall over on his ass and I walked away. Loser.