


I have not been able to walk the streets of Miami without men constantly trying to stop Me to get My number and take Me on a date. Some of their attempts have reached new levels of male desperation and idiocy, such as today when some loser ran across a busy street and almost got hit by a car to ask if he could show Me some stupid "magic trick". Obviously, I told him I did not care to entertain his thinly-veiled attempt to hold My attention. While some girls may have humoured him or even found his pick-up angle endearing, I feel no social obligation to pander to the male species to protect their egos. Men who approach Women way out of their leagues deserve to feel rejected. There are natural hierarchies in the world, and I am not shy to own My place in it and situate others in their respective places. Someone should tell these men they'd have more success eliciting My attention if they approached with cash or begged to walk behind Me as My little shopping bitches. Of course, that would still get them limited time and attention from Me, of which would riddled with contempt and amusement. But these men are beggars, which means they cannot be choosers.