Super uncomfortable moment tonight that both triggered me and simply pissed me off.
Adam and I were at Bobby G's having a drink when a little girl around 8 or 9 came over to admire Baz. She didn't stop there. She basically manhandled and fawned over him, grabbing him over and over, until we asked that she return to her table, where her clued-out hippie mom didn't give a damn what was going on. She came back over and this time I physically removed her hands from his body. She sulked away and out the door, a caricature of a grown woman in all her sullen glory.
I'm second fiddle to my son. It happens in the world, and it happens here in the world of Facebook. I've said many times that I could post my intent to have a sex change tomorrow and people would be way more interested in Baz's next burp.
I was never, EVER the pretty girl, the one in demand. In fact, I have real issues with those girls, the ones who come over and grab. It's that possessiveness, that gimme. I want them to get away from him, but more than that, I want them to get away from me.
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