I don't know if there is anything more frustrating than being creepily stared at. I'm fairly certain "creepily" isn't a word, but it seems appropriate in this situation. I guess it either didn't happen in California, or I never noticed until I moved out here.
I'll be sitting on the subway and a man will sit across from me and lecherously stare at me; we're talking so intense and consistent of a stare that I will occationally look up and find my eyes drawn there unintentionally. This, of course, always makes the situation worse.
Ugh. Boys are dumb.
-- Post From My iPhone
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