I might be a little over it...

Try being original.

Try not shouting things out of your car window....or worse, from the passenger seat of someone else's.

Try not pointing out the size of my chest before you even realize I have ears attached to the northern region of my cleavage.

Try, oh I don't know, not soliciting me for sex before you've even had a real conversation with me.

And, this will seem totally far fetched, but follow me on this one; but, try thinking of me as an entire person - not just a moving target.

Because, I've heard it all.  You're not the first....most days, you're nothing higher than third on the list of tactless, uninspiring, unworthy, unoriginal, not standing a single chance in hell...man to impede my path.

All I really want to know is...no, not your name, or your exaggerated size, or your number, or even your bank account balance...all I really want to know is: what poor excuse for a woman has ever fallen for your "game"?  What line have you ever shouted out that actually got a real life, flesh and blood, non-vegetative state, grown ass woman to take you seriously?

I imagine someone fell for it, right?  I mean why else would you be here, commenting on my ass as though you've never seen one outside of the magazines you still hide in your basement room at your mom's (or wife's) house.  Surely, you think I'm just going to roll right over here in the parking lot and moan while you huff and puff your way through the next ninety seconds because someone else did that for you.  Right?  I mean why else would you be wasting my time insulting my intelligence, my morals, and my prospects in life?

So, yeah, try being original.

Try talking or, better yet, don't.  A real woman isn't impressed by limited vocabulary and crude interpersonal skills.  However unreal it may seem to you, life exists beyond the confines of our jeans and bra size.

Or, maybe, you're right.  Maybe I am just a bitch.

Otherwise, you might have to consider that I am a grown woman with a brain and standards...and heaven knows we can't have those running around loose.