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What's a Girl to Do?

Okay...I have something I need to get off my chest. For some reason, people -- especially men -- are constantly getting the wrong impression of me. While I normally don't really care what people say or think about me, it's becoming a problem as I try to navigate the unemployment waters.

Case in point: I recently called a man I've known for a while because another friend of mine told me he had an opening. We spoke briefly, and he told me that his company had instituted a hiring freeze. That was cool, but then he said that he couldn't work with me anyway because, in his opinion, he'd never get anything done. Apparently I'd be too much of a distraction.

I was a little taken aback. While he and I have flirted -- I thought harmlessly -- I've never done anything to make him think I toss my affections around. In other words, what makes him think that I would even entertain him in that way? When I brought that up to him, he immediately said that it wasn't me -- it was him.

Okay...how am I supposed to take that? Should I change who I am so that men will be more comfortable with me? One of my best friends told me that men perceive me as being flirty, which is why they think I'm easy. Seriously? Another friend told me that I stare at people, which makes them think I'm trying to get at them. Call me crazy, but I thought it was important to look at people when I'm talking to them.

And it's not the first time I've been taken wrong. Once, I was talking to a comedian after a show, and he told me I was looking at him like I wanted to have sex with him. Even though I know he was just talking crazy, I've had other guys assume that my friendly conversation -- normally in a business or other public setting -- was an invitation to a one-on-one tour of my sheets. Some of the propositions made to me would make a porn star blush.

I guess I wouldn't be so angry if any of these propositions involved going out on dates. For some reason, the guys that approach me with their lewd commentary only want to take me down the primrose path to sin and degradation at the nearest hooker hotel. It's just disrespectful and wrong.

Am I the only one experiencing these types of things? Please let me know by leaving a comment or two. Thanks!

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