For reasons which are not clear to me, I am particularly appealing to mentally challenged, crazy and/or deranged men. On a semi-regular basis I am approached by such men inquiring about the possibility of a relationship of some sort. This note is to them.
Firstly, I’m sorry, but no, I do not want to be your girlfriend. I do not want to hold hands with you and I do not want to perform sex acts on you or with you. Particularly not on the city bus. Please do not take this personally as there are very few (read: none) unknown men that I would like to engage in these activities with. Further, I’m going to suggest that there are very few women that would like to engage in these activities with men they do not know.
Secondly, I need to clear something up. Being mentally challenged, crazy and/or deranged does not entitle you to have a girlfriend. More specifically, it does not entitle you to have ME as your girlfriend. In fact, it pretty much disqualifies you from being my boyfriend. Lest anyone think I’m being discriminatory, chronic laziness, an absence of humor, or the belief that “bitch” is an appropriate pet name will also disqualify potential suitors. Again, try not to take this personally – chalk it up to my particular and finicky nature.
Finally, to sum up. That you think I’m pretty, is nice. That I remind you of your mother, is nice, assuming it’s not your twisted, mutilated mother, lying dead after you’ve choked the life out of her. That you want to do bizarre sexual things with me and a goat is nic… well, actually no, that’s not nice. That’s sort of deranged and creepy, particularly that you insist on sharing this information with me while repeatedly banging your head with your fist, and staring at me without blinking.
So, mentally challenged, crazy and/or deranged men – I’m here to suggest something. Admiration from AFAR. You know. A distance. Away. On the other side of the bus. That sort of thing.
Thank you for your consideration in this matter.