Supreme Idiocracy

You out there, you know who you are. The one that I warn my sister about and the one that even the self-proclaimed diarrheal ring of fire won't scare off; you are that guy that I have no reservations about absolutely and artistically rejecting. You are the one who thinks that they are invincible, and begin to wonder why it is that not every woman is eating out of your hand.
The other night, at Taco Tuesday at Fred's in Dana Point, one of you presented themselves in full force. I was sitting at the table with four of my lady friends and I was showing off my dress without getting off of my seat. This is the one and only point in the night where I will take some blame in taunting the stranger who apparently took a liking to me. I should know better than to enjoy myself amongst my friends and acknowledge that I, in fact do have boobs. At this point the young man informs me that I looked good "doing that" where the "doing that" was a hand placement just below the arm pits and a shoulder movement (a non-seductive one intended for my female audience I might add). I then lost all signs of happiness/excitement/percieved intrigue at that point. I was visibly disgusted and irritated at that point. The young man then asks, "Oh, should I sit down?" to which I reply, "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO," while even slapping the table so as to make my point clearer. Just when we began to have a little faith in the opposite sex, the young man replies, "Oh, does NO mean YES?" This statement in it of itself raises a few questions:

1. Why would you say that? Are you under the impression that my empty face and tone of voice that has a murderous rampage written across it were meant to intrigue you further, and that I have been teasing you this whole time in hopes that you would join us?
2. Did you think that would work? Perhaps he thought this was a good time to show the "cute side" that his mother always raved about to her tennis partner and her bridge group. Or, perhaps he just wanted me to feel assured that even being assertive does not always work, and that being a fridged bitch is not just sometimes, but always the right move.
3. Has that ever worked? What girl in her right mind would enable this sort of behavior and give into this idiocracy? The answer: no girl in her RIGHT mind would ever think this is funny or entertaining. However, the drunk girl that is desperate to raise her self-esteem through a few shots may think that this sort of behavior should indeed be rewarded with some attention.

I should point out now that my response to the ever-so-tempting question of "does NO mean YES," was, "If yes means that you want to get punched in the balls." He wished us a good night and left after that, even though I am pretty sure he was on his way out, so I cannot take the credit for being the one to make him leave.

Ladies, we carry a tough burden of being beautiful, powerful, and wise. Let this just be a lesson that power comes with many responsibilities, including making sure that we do not taunt the boys in a way that they believe that their ludacris behavior is acceptable, and more importantly, desireable.

By the way, Taco Tuesday at Fred's Cantina is utterly amazing, and no one should ever be able to say that they have not been a part of it. Two dollar tacos and five dollar patron shots are the perfect recipe for a night of fun and dancing to kickstart the week.