Crush T was one of those crushes that it just hits you all of a
sudden. We worked together and the one major thing we had in common is
that we HATED our job. Hated is actually putting it nicely, but
it was something we could definitely bond over. Since we worked in a
call center we barely had time to talk to each other, but when we did it
was fun. Slowly I started to find myself being attracted to him. What I
didn’t know is that he felt the exact same.
We had only
known each other for a few months before he eventually got fired. Even
during that time we never told each other how we felt. It wasn’t until I
had quit that job and moved back home a few states away. When I moved
we were really bad at keeping contact with each other. One day out of
the blue he told me how he felt about me. I was shocked and at the same
time I wasn’t. I sort of thought that he felt the same, but I didn’t
want to assume and end up getting rejected if I was wrong. When he
texted me that he really liked me I asked him why he didn’t tell me a
long time ago when I was still in the same city. His response was that
he’s a very aggressive person and didn’t know how I’d take it because I
was a “good girl” (whatever that meant). We started innocent flirting
here and there, but for me it started to go a little sour almost right
off the bat.
Back when I knew T he struck me as a dude
with a personality I could click with and a sense of humor to match.
After he told me he liked me that quickly shifted. He became that
creeper/scummy guy that no girls wants any contact with. It was a major
turn off and it happened so fast. Since we didn’t get to know much about
each other while working in a call center I wanted to spend that time
trying to get to know him more as a person. He seemed to think I was a
900 number operator. Every time I’d try to have a decent conversation
with him he’d turn it into something completely sexual. I’m not a prude,
and that talk is fine with me, but when that’s your whole conversation I
want nothing to do with it. I especially want nothing to do with it if
the only question you have for me is “What’s your bra size?” As if
you’re some 12 year old boy who’s discovering breasts for the first
time. I’d gotten so sick of that question being asked every single time
he talked I asked him, “Even if I were to tell you do you know anything
about how bra sizes work?” Of course like most men his answer was “No.” I
replied, “So, if we spent months with each other and you’ve seen my
breast size, then what does a number do if you have no clue how bra
sizes work? That question would only make sense if you were going to
surprise me and buy me some bras. If you don’t plan on doing that then
stop asking me that fucking question.” It stopped for a bit, but then
his conversation became real dull which led me to believe that he really
didn’t have anything to talk about other than sex or more specifically,
my breasts. T never took the time to get to know me or to just even
shoot the shit. He was only interested in boobs. It was a little weird
and juvenile coming from someone in their mid-twenties.
My last straw with T was last October. I hadn’t talked to him in months
and by chance he messaged me very early in the morning on my birthday.
One of the first things he said to me was “Still got a huge rack?”
Again, unless he had hella early onset Alzheimer’s he knows what I look
like so why the constant questions about my tits? I went off and told
him that I can’t talk to anyone who is going to constantly talk to me
like I’m a piece of meat. More than that I’m not going to keep talking
to someone who totally ignores me saying that it makes me feel very
uncomfortable and dirty. More than that I told him that arguing with him
was not how I was going to start out my birthday. I haven’t talked to
him since. I think a few months after that he messaged me and I just
straight up told him that I no longer have anything to say to him ever.
Once I’m done with someone I’m done. I have no clue if he’s off perving
it up with someone else or if he actually became a grown man that’s
close to being 30. I guess I’ll never know and I’m more than okay with
that.
-Asia Aneka Anderso, 2015(c)
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