Don't Be a Creep 101

Welcome to: "Don't Be a Creep 101"

There are many forms of being a creep.

Creeper Status #1: Messaging a random girl through a form of social networking, and right off the bat  telling her "You're cute." Or in anything along the lines of complimenting her physical appearance.

It may seem like you're doing good by complimenting her, but majority of the time she probably will just find it superficial. I mean it's flattering that you think so, but it's a bad way to start a conversation with her. What is it that you're hoping to gain from her anyways?

Now that you've basically laid it flat on the table that you find her attractive, are you looking for something more to it? Or are there only shallow hopes? Girls do enjoy being showered with compliments, but if you're talking to a emotionally stable girl she would rather you have approached her in a more respectful manner.

Start off with a hello, and maybe withhold telling her she is cute. Maybe instead, be more subtle about how cute you think she is. At the very least, at least make it seem like you're interested in knowing about her and whats going on in her mind instead of making it seem like it's all about the looks.

Just my 2 cents.
All females react differently.

A-K

It's not that her life has been fulfilled with excitement. If she had a bucket list, she definitely hasn't yet checked off more than half of what's listed -- she probably doesn't even have more than 20% of any of it checked off. She lives her life day by day, and she's completely afraid of what the future holds for her; so she just doesn't really think much of it. They say to live for tomorrow, but then today isn't tomorrow. So, you live for today and hope for tomorrow. It's not like she is impoverished though, she's living a pleasant life for the most part. She's very blessed, so there's no living day to day scared of not being able to make it to the next. She never has to use her A-K, so everyday is practically a good day.

What is this all about? She isn't afraid of death. A lot of people can say that they've lived a good life, so it's okay if they're taken from the earth. She's lived a rather decent life, but she hasn't done enough -- whatever that even means, right? Perhaps she just feels that life is what it is, things and people come and go...so if she has to go, then at this point she has experienced life for what it is.

When the time is up, she can go relatively happy.

So, she'd like you all to know that...despite whatever troubles you may be going through, just look at things in a more positive light. Be a good person, not because you expect something out of it, but because it's good to be a good person. She loves you very much.

Goodnight, from her.

Little Spoon

I feel arms wrapped tight around me as i lay in bed. I just can't seem to fall asleep, but it's comforting to know that someone is laying by me soundly asleep. Thoughts have filled my head of a time when this was right and when this was real. Tonight, i am the little spoon. Faced away, with one arm tucked beneath me and the other wrapped around me -- i hold the hand to my chest tightly...and inhale.

I've turned on some classical music hoping that it'll help me fall asleep faster, doesn't seem to be working. The sounds of the piano fill my ears -- my mind. I imagine myself outside, the warmth of the sun kissing my skin. I want to kiss the hand i hold, i want to fall asleep.

I turn over, and i'm alone.
Tonight, like most nights, i am alone.

Tonight, I miss being the little spoon.

Among many things, this was something that has crossed my mind tonight. I don't know why i'm having the worst time trying to fall asleep tonight though. It's absolutely infuriating. I almost just want to wait it out till the sun rises and have an incredibly early start to my day. I'm thinking a lot about food, most specifically i'm thinking about the hot cheetos in my kitchen and the buy one get one free chipotle coupon i have. I was thinking about who i could go share a free chipotle with. I was thinking of who would want to go eat boiling crab or dim sum with me. My eating buddy, Tram, has gone back to Berkeley.

Well, this little spoon is out, for now. Toodles.

One

Today at work, i was standing outside cleaning the windows. This older man, perhaps in his late forties or mid fifties (i couldn't really tell) comes up to me and says, "Excuse me miss, do you have any type of ointment that i can put on my face? I fell off my bike..." I looked at his face, and it clearly looked like he completely ate it judging by the scars on his face and hands. It didn't look like it was fresh, but it did look like it happened recently.

Well, mind you that i work at a nail spa in Santana Row. Of all places, why would you stop at a nail spa and ask for treatment. I almost sent him to the concierge's office, but then i remembered that we do have a little first aid kit in our store. I didn't want to send him away knowing i could help him. So i told him, "Oh yeah, i think we do have something". I walk him inside and give him some Neosporin. He pretty much just lathered it all over his scabs and proceeds talking to me.

"Are you Vietnamese or Chinese?"
"I'm Vietnamese."
"Oh, you're very pretty..."
"Oh, thank you. Are you okay? Do you need a band-aid?"
"No, i just needed some ointment. I fell off my bike yesterday"

He trailed off a little, and went back to the whole i'm pretty thing and says, "i saw a really pretty one yesterday (referring to a girl, i'm assuming asian). One of the most beautiful i've ever seen...well thank you for the ointment!"

I just kind of laughed it off, and said you're welcome. I've never heard of a person referring to another person as though they're an object before. Am i just trippin' or by context, did it really sound like he was referring to the female he encountered as though she was an object. He must of saw her and fell off his bike or something. Just kidding, that's mean.

I'll have to admit, it's flattering sometimes when older men find me pretty, only for the fact that it makes me feel older. But then i get creeped out when i realize that i actually look like i'm 16. The thought makes me shiver.

______________________

I was on tumblr and came across this picture:

Now that's just wrong. Men are turned on by just the oddest things. Why is it a surprise to us when women go about flaunting themselves in the way that that society has labeled as "sexy" when it's actually trashy. Almost a little tacky. 

I know how that photo plays within fantasy of every male. You have the car in the background, mile long legs in hells, mini skirt with a little peek-a-boo, and obviously she's been a bad bad girl.

This post has become awkward for me, toodles.

Donut Even

Went to the mall today with Tram, and i found a body suit/one piece swim suit that had donuts on it. I got really excited about it for several reasons. The top reason being that they were basically the same exact donuts as i have on my phone's background. You must be wondering why i have donuts as my background -- i had a fat craving for donuts on week and Justin decided to send me this photo, which i ended up really liking because it was colorful and fun. The next reason for why i got really excited about this article of clothing is because, who the hell would really buy this and wear it out in public?! No one would take you seriously. It made me laugh, but after i went to go put it on for my own amusement i thought it was actually a really fun print. I could see myself maybe wearing that to some type of event...possibly. Just for shit and giggles. I wouldn't waste my money on it though.

This picture is good enough for the memories. Saved myself the 12 bucks, and got a good giggle from it.

Shower

My dog enjoys showers with me.

La Jolla, Ca

I drove down to San Diego last weekend with Sandro (a friend from high school) to visit Henry. It was just the perfect mini vacation that i've been needing. It kind of made me really anxious to want to move away from the bay area -- i really want to get away from here and set myself somewhere in SoCal for a year or so just so i can experience life in a different perspective. I'm bored here in the bay area, coming home made me feel like i just want to be anywhere but here. 

I was pretty much the only girl hanging out with a bunch of guys each day and night, and it wasn't too bad because they all treated me like i was some type of princess. Boy was i lucky to be blessed with a weekend full of gentlemen that took care of me! It was lovely, although i wouldn't have minded if there were a couple girls around -- not complaining too much about that though. Hehe. There was one girl that i met the first night i was there, but she was really drunk and disappeared with one of Henry's friends who i'm assuming is her dude. The last night i also got to party with Rachel, who is this girl that i went to high school with. 

What really sucked though was that i was basically hungover every day that i was in San Diego. I threw up the first night partying, and i think it was due to the Chipotle that i had once arrived. It wasn't long after that i began drinking. Well, it was really unfortunate for me because every day the boys wanted to go out and eat somewhere good, but i just would not have the stomach for it! All i wanted was soup or a something really really light...like a salad or bowl of fruit. I didn't want to be the one to say "no, i don't really want that" -- but even so, i definitely did not drive 8 hours to San Diego to not try the good eats out there...right? So, each day i'd go out and eat with the boys and i'd end up wasting hella food. I definitely hate to be the girl who has the tiny stomach with no appetite. I couldn't help myself though! And it really sucked because the places we went to go eat at were really good. I think it would've helped if i smoked in the mornings to boost up my appetite, but they only seemed to be into smoking at night. Weird. [Photo above with random white chick is at Phil's BBQ, where we waited 2 hours for food.]

The second day/night there, the guys spent all day trying to find me an id so i could go to the "booty basement" with them. It was a 21+ event. The whole trip was sort of like "We can go to the bar...oh, but Kathy isn't 21." Oh the bitter sadness of being so close to being 21, but just not quite there yet. We ended up going to this bonfire at the beach, where we had to walk down a steep ass cliff in the dark and drunk. Walking down it was not too bad, but walking up that shit was absolute hell. I was way too drunk to be doing that. I woke up the next day with my back in the most pain it has ever been in. Still a fun night none the less. 

The weather there that weekend was not as spectacular as i would have hoped it to be. It was actually hotter here in the bay than it was over there. There weather temperature itself was not too bad, but then it was just mostly cloudy. On the second day we were there, we all took a long stroll along the beach. I've never really done that before, but it was really nice and relaxing! Such a lovely environment to be in. The next day, after standing in line for two hours at Phil's BBQ,  we went to the beach a little bit later than we had intended to. So, i didn't bring my bikini out to wear. I stood in the water for a bit, and didn't really realize how high the tides were -- i got my shorts wet. I ended up just sitting on the sand soaking up the warmth of San Diego. It was really relaxing. :) I really hope i get a chance to go down there to visit Henry again sometime when the weather is absolutely superb. 

The last night, there wasn't too much going on. I was pretty slow at first to start drinking -- by this time, i've probably just had enough of drinking. Originally, i wanted to take it easy that night since Sandro and i had to drive back the next day...but of course it didn't really turn out as planned. Henry had people over his place, and had a mini party -- or kick back. Some people from my high school showed up! It was really nice, i haven't seen these people since graduation, which was three years ago. And honestly, i've never really had conversations with them before either. And i definitely have never ever partied with any of them. It's really neat to see how we've all changed and grown since high school. I was pretty drunk that night, so i didn't get to have much of a decent conversation with most of them, but i did manage to get us all together to get a photo. Leo and Allison should have been there, but they went to Arizona. Richard should have been there also, but he was on some type of date apparently. It's fun seeing partying with people you went to school with, even if you never really talked to them before! They were all very nice. 

The night dragged on for some time (i don't mean to say that in a negative manner), and i eventually just knocked out on the couch. I think around two or three in the morning, Henry woke me up to get me to go lay on his bed to sleep. Instead of going to sleep, once i laid down i shot right back up and went to go wash my face and brush my teeth. I was pretty much functional after that, and joined Sandro, Henry and his other two roommates at their dinning table. It was just about the most intriguing night i've experienced this whole year. After drinking all night, they opened up a bottle of red wine and sat there sipping on it. They pulled out a variety of cheeses from the fridge along with crackers. Then proceeded to have a little debate about the cheeses, and which one was better. They actually had a pretty long debate about that, they had so much to say about the cheeses. After their debate about cheese, they went into a longs discussion about vocabulary words. I just sat there in awe. I was so mind blown that these boys were sitting there at 3/4am, sipping wine, eating cheese, and having a discussion about vocabulary words. It was pretty incredible, i'm not going to lie. I mean, who does that? I don't know, but i loved it. 

Henry and i weren't able to take one single decent photo together the whole weekend...but it's okay. I hope to see you again soon Henry and San Diego, Ca. 

Why?

Sometimes i wonder...

Are you talking to me because i either danced with you one night while i was drunk and then made out with you -- or maybe i only drunkenly made out with you, so perhaps now you're hoping i'll give you a little bit more than that?

Or

Are you talking to me because i'm attractive to you, and you want to see how much i'd give in?

Or

Are you talking to me because you genuinely think i'm an intriguing person and you'd like to get to know me more?

Or

Do you genuinely want to be my friend?