incredibly frustrated

He waited until the train was in motion to make his move—a true sign of someone who knows how to make the environment work to their advantage. Then he leaned forward. “Hi.” “How you doing?” “What are you reading?” “What’s your name?” “I really like your hair.” “That’s a really nice skirt.” “You must work out.”

It was painful to watch. She clearly wanted nothing to do with him, and he clearly wasn’t going to take the hint. Her rebukes got firmer. “I’d like to read my book.” And he pulled out the social pressure. “Hey, I’m just asking you a question. You don’t have to be so rude.” She started to look around for outs. Her head swivelled from one exit to another.

The thing was, I had already heard this story, many many times. I knew how it would play out. I knew all the tropes. I probably could have quoted the lines before they said them. I wanted a new narrative. Time to mix it up.

So I moved seats until I was sitting behind him. I leaned forward with my head on the back of his seat.

"Hi," I said with a little smile.

He looked at me like I was a little crazy—which isn’t exactly untrue—and turned back to her.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

"I’m fine," he said flatly without ever looking back.

"I really like your hair," I said. “It looks soft."

That’s about when it got…..weird.

He sort of half turned and glared back me, and I could tell I was pissing him off. His eyes told me to back the hell away, and his lips were pressed together tightly enough to drain the color from them completely.

But no good story ever ends with the conflict just defusing. He started to turn back to her.

"Wait, don’t be like that," I said. “Lemmie just ask you one question…"

"What!" he said in that you-have-clearly-gone-too-far voice that is part of the freshmen year finals at the school of machismo.

And I’m not exactly a hundred percent sure why I didn’t call it a day at that point, but…..maybe I just love turning the screw to see what happens. I gave him the bedroomy-est eyes I could muster. “What’s your name?”

Right now I’m sitting here typing out this story, and I’m still not entirely sure why I’m not nursing a fat lip or a black eye. Because that obviously made him so mad that I still am not sure why it didn’t come to blows. There are cliches about eyes flaring and rage behind someones eyes and shit like that that are so overdone. But it really does look like that. When someone gets violent, their eyes just kind of “pop” with intention—pupils dilate, eyelids widen. And his did. Even sitting down he was clearly bigger than me and I was pretty sure he was kind of muscular too, so at that moment I was figuring I was probably going to need an ice pack and sympathy sex from my girlfriend by day’s end.

"DUDE," he shouted. “I’M NOT GAY."

That’s when I dropped the bedroom eyes and switched to a normal voice. “Oh well I could see not being interested didn’t matter to you when you were hitting on her, so I just thought that’s how you rolled.”

onedirectioncutefacts:

onedirectioncutefacts:

A GIRL JUST LEFT HER NUMBER ON NIALL’S INSTAGRAM PICTURE GUESS WHO’S BACK IN THE GAME

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omfg

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Limbless guy does zombie prank. [video]

4gifs:

Limbless guy does zombie prank. [video]

1innea:

If u wanna make plans with a girl you never say “we should hangout soon!” cuzz 90% of the time we will be like “haha yeah!” but truly we do not care and will probably never contact u. If u want plans with a girl be more specific like “what are you doing next Thursday?” Or something like that GOD GUYS ARE SOOOO STUPID

sorry but your password must contain an uppercase letter, a number, a haiku, a gang sign, a hieroglyph, and the blood of a virgin

If I were just your average 23-year-old girl, and I called the police to say that there were strange men sleeping on my lawn and following me to Starbucks, they would leap into action. But because I am a famous person, well, sorry, ma’am, there’s nothing we can do. It makes no sense … I am just not OK with it. It’s as simple as that. I am just a normal girl and a human being, and I haven’t been in this long enough to feel like this is my new normal. I’m not going to find peace with it.

retrolizard:

imagineyouricon:

Imagine you and your icon reenacting the boat scene from Titanic.

…..the “boat scene”?

………..

…………the entire movies takes place on a boat

winstonbishop:

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winstonbishop:

shall we get intimate again?  an indie/pop playlist for silly sex and happy hookups  (▰˘◡˘▰)

shiver shiver ; walk the moon // sex ; the 1975 // kiss you (nick* extended remix) ; onedirection // all night ; icona pop // chloe ; emblem3 // tonight you’re perfect ; new politics // yes yes ; the colourist // campus ; vampire weekend // shuffle ; bombay bicycle club // next in line ; walk the moon // bittersweet ; panic! at the disco // closer ; tegan and sara // mason jar ; smallpools // here (in your arms) ; hellogoodbye // beta love ; ra ra riot // come a little closer ; coasts // my body ; young the giant // get lucky (cover) ; san cisco

listen / download