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Or desperate for that matter. In fact this Bytch is so far from being the stereotypical Chrissy Snow/boob jiggling/leg spreading/ bubble headed type that it’s truly laughable, but apparently according to some members of the opposite sex that is exactly what I am. But before I go any further I must explain two things: I have been fighting the ‘dumb blonde’ tag my whole life, and I work in a gym surrounded by muscle bound men who are thicker than a universe of dumb blondes. It seems that every single day I come into contact with someone who feels the need to either comment on some part of my anatomy, (‘jugs’ was the term one particular breed of Neanderthal chose. ‘Nice ones.’ He winked at me.) or who decides that telling a dumb blonde is the best way to impress me. (And to which I laugh and reply ‘Hey, did you hear the one about the blonde receptionist who went Postal and ripped a guy’s testicles off with her bare hands?’) If I had to count how many times comments like these have been thrown my way I would go stark raving mad but the fact is that I am a very tall, voluptuous blonde and that makes me a magnet that seems to attract morons who think they know who I am. I have even, on occasion, been subjected to comments made by women about my height (‘It must be so hard for you to find a date, you know, being so tall.’) or my face (‘Anna has to use her beauty to get what she wants because that’s all she has.’) I’ve spent quite a bit of time examining these remarks over the last couple of weeks and have been questioning whether or not it’s something I give off, some attitude or energy that I exude that makes people think I’m something I’m not. If I don’t know a person I’m usually very standoff-ish and I wait for them to make the first move; I have also been told that my silence makes me seem cold and unapproachable when in actual fact my silence is due to a slight stutter caused by acute shyness. I am also not one for idle chatter; I just don’t have the ability to provide small talk, and I suppose that may come across as not having anything to contribute, but it in no way means that I am dumb and it certainly doesn’t mean that I would lie back and give it up to anyone who asks.

That it’s far fetched that someone would ask just like that? Not in my world. And it isn’t just the fact that I was inquired about but it was the person that did the enquiring that really bothered me. The Crush was the one thinking that he could bed me at a moment’s notice. Now, if you’ve been reading my past articles then you know whom I’m talking about, but if you are not familiar the let me introduce you. The Crush is (was) my ideal. The Crush is intelligent, witty, has a wonderful laugh, has the most intense gaze and is very opinionated and passionate. The Crush is not typically good looking, he is much more than that, he is striking. But it is his confidence that turns women’s heads. And they do turn. A lot. The Crush is a teacher and enjoys it. The Crush seemed very interested in getting to know me; every time he came in he would spend time talking to me and finding things out about me, so much so that I began to really look forward to seeing him. I was under the impression that he was interested in continuing getting to know me, but I honestly didn’t think it was just so that he could get to know me in the carnal sense. All of this information came to me via a co-worker/friend who was also friendly with him. It was explained to me that I was the topic of conversation and that he wasn’t looking for a relationship but that he wouldn’t mind having sex with me because I was hot and would she mind asking me if I was up for it?

Up for it? UP FOR IT??? Let’s see…Am I up for being the vessel he uses to get his rocks off? Am I up for being a notch on his considerably marked up bedpost? Am I up for being treated like a piece of meat once again? Am I up for being thought of as nothing but a Booty Call anytime he feels the urge?
My answer:
"Pathetic. And you can quote me on that." And so she did.
What bothers me most about this is that I was actually allowing myself to be me around him, and I thought we were getting to be friends, but I realize now that the only thing he was envisioning was me on a bed. It hurts to think that once again I’m not being taken seriously because someone thinks that I’m something I’m not, and it angers me even more that he thinks I would be so easy to conquer that he doesn’t even have to ask me to my face. His reply to me? That he was like a car and I would have to test-drive him to see if the parts worked. My reply to that?
"Thank God I take the bus."

Like I said, this bytch is defiantly blonde but she’s no dummy and she won’t be fooled again.

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