<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post5129536584286936686..comments</id><updated>2011-02-01T13:47:07.426-08:00</updated><category term='contest'/><category term='parenthood'/><category term='technology'/><category term='favorites'/><category term='lists'/><category term='culture'/><category term='rants'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='art'/><category term='frayed apron'/><category term='spirituality'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='los angeles'/><category term='rest'/><category term='traveling'/><category term='extra extra'/><category term='baby'/><category term='giveaway'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><category term='master cleanse'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='film'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='do-it-yourself'/><category term='health'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>Comments on The Larissa Monologues: Creepy Man Rant</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larissamarks.com/feeds/5129536584286936686/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html'/><author><name>Larissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08690789194619561508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ERZiT1GP2p8/S4Mm-_RnIlI/AAAAAAAAHiA/4BBoipKClB8/s1600-R/20100116-qadehfhhnt725qkf32fw3ig76j.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-8529605694039292901</id><published>2011-02-01T13:47:07.426-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T13:47:07.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It&amp;#39;s funny that women respond to a guy making ...</title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s funny that women respond to a guy making conversation with &amp;quot;mase [sic] is a good idea.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Andhari:  Also amusing that you, a girl with a blog titled &amp;quot;Insomniac Lolita&amp;quot; has a problem with older guys hitting on her.  You do realize what the character &amp;quot;Lolita&amp;quot; represents, don&amp;#39;t you?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another woman writes, that she will &amp;quot;threaten to call the police if they try to talk to me&amp;quot;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what is wrong with you all?  Get over yourselves and relax!  Enjoy the fact that some guys find you worth looking at!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/8529605694039292901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/8529605694039292901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html?showComment=1296596827426#c8529605694039292901' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-5129536584286936686' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/posts/default/5129536584286936686' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-214716731'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-6650523363020885292</id><published>2010-04-11T10:16:26.247-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T10:16:26.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am analyzing my weight problem and have come to ...</title><content type='html'>I am analyzing my weight problem and have come to realize how very violated I feel. I was watched dressing and showering, daily, for 4 years as a teenager. I always wear baggy clothes and come to realize every time I begin to lose weight I feel so vunerable and unsafe and violated, I eat moe again.  I think I&amp;#39;m going to start saying, &amp;quot;Stop staring, you perve!, instead of being a victim.  It disgusts me.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/6650523363020885292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/6650523363020885292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html?showComment=1271006186247#c6650523363020885292' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-5129536584286936686' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/posts/default/5129536584286936686' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-916190885'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-8340907798304281923</id><published>2009-11-04T17:31:17.171-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:31:17.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have this happen all the time, as I live downtow...</title><content type='html'>I have this happen all the time, as I live downtown calgary. Its almost hilarious how they think you dont notice. Just today I had two men circle me, (like I dont know exactly what your doing- I hardly think its to grab that invisible object off the counter Im standing beside) and another actually follow me off a train trying to engage in what I was doing that day. Its disgusting and maddening like nothing else, and I totally understand your feeling violated. I usually make it obvious that I know what their doing, and threaten to call the police if they try to talk to me. They have no buisness talking to young girls, in the unlikely occasion that they need help there are plenty of men around. And always try to have your phone out and ready. Also, if needed, go up to the biggest guy you can find and ask them for help. Usually one of their stares is enough to send the loser scampering away.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/8340907798304281923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/8340907798304281923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html?showComment=1257384677171#c8340907798304281923' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-5129536584286936686' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/posts/default/5129536584286936686' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-425287831'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-6652609794983090121</id><published>2009-10-30T10:06:27.249-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:06:27.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amen to this post.

I live in a small, small town,...</title><content type='html'>Amen to this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a small, small town, but the creepy men come out of the woodwork for me, apparently. I don&amp;#39;t want to talk to them. I don&amp;#39;t want to interact with them. I try to ignore them when they approach me. But it&amp;#39;s really hard. And they won&amp;#39;t go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at work laughs about this. Nobody has had to deal with these creepy men but me, and I don&amp;#39;t get it. So it kind of makes me feel better that, even if you&amp;#39;re in another town, you have dealt with this, too.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/6652609794983090121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/6652609794983090121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html?showComment=1256922387249#c6652609794983090121' title=''/><author><name>EP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08600424792398230829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zlFHqTKakLk/R-k9VaP6vYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0i87z1yHdAA/S220/1448164.jpeg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-5129536584286936686' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/posts/default/5129536584286936686' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-502401302'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-6767292683190117758</id><published>2009-10-21T22:40:49.458-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:40:49.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup...Just the other day, a friend of a friend who...</title><content type='html'>Yup...Just the other day, a friend of a friend who I&amp;#39;ve only met once before decided that it was ok to call me &amp;quot;sexy&amp;quot;. I wear basketball shorts and a t-shirt every single day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Is there ANYTHING about me that&amp;#39;s asking you to call me &amp;quot;sexy&amp;quot;? Absolutely not. It made me feel so violated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure--this kind of stuff really makes you appreciate those brothers in Christ who respect and honor you with their eyes and their hearts. Thank God for them!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/6767292683190117758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/6767292683190117758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html?showComment=1256190049458#c6767292683190117758' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-5129536584286936686' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/posts/default/5129536584286936686' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1417362992'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-685493119629363094</id><published>2009-10-19T17:29:37.411-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:29:37.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I also hate the ones messaging you in facebook and...</title><content type='html'>I also hate the ones messaging you in facebook and tell you they wanna get to know you better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, ew. Screw yourself, grandpa.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/685493119629363094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/685493119629363094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html?showComment=1255998577411#c685493119629363094' title=''/><author><name>Andhari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08341293139717998410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00751607698992051856'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__iGslKr_n0w/SRxXtFWITgI/AAAAAAAAB7E/XUW4AIAms3k/S220/n1240505001_30168356_8867.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-5129536584286936686' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/posts/default/5129536584286936686' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-397530488'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-8440953255562500059</id><published>2009-10-19T16:08:45.568-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:08:45.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We must have magnets born in our bones. Because I ...</title><content type='html'>We must have magnets born in our bones. Because I got one too. I was at Ralph&amp;#39;s when an older man hit me with his cart (not subtle, and it kind of hurt, since I was wearing flip flops) and asked me if I wanted to &amp;quot;party&amp;quot; with him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to say I had a magnetic personality, but can I set my magnet to repulse?</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/8440953255562500059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/8440953255562500059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html?showComment=1255993725568#c8440953255562500059' title=''/><author><name>narrativemisdirection</name><uri>http://narrativemisdirection.wordpress.com/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/openid16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-5129536584286936686' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/posts/default/5129536584286936686' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-642918428'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-8903331761054598828</id><published>2009-10-16T21:43:56.927-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:43:56.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just had a gnarly experience at a gas station to...</title><content type='html'>I just had a gnarly experience at a gas station too!!! And I was stuck b/c I was pumping gas... This creep was either intoxicated or mental. He said something about my sandals (he was barefoot) and then proceeded to ask me for $ for a burrito. I had literally driven thru Jack/Box for their breakfast burrito... anyway, he then falls to the ground crying and wailing about how hungry he is. So I pulled an Adam Sandler from Happy Gilmore and literally jumped in the van, threw my burrito out to him, and drove off. Yikes!! You would think that the people inside could help out in this situation... call the police!!! Not that it would help - this is LA.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/8903331761054598828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/8903331761054598828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html?showComment=1255754636927#c8903331761054598828' title=''/><author><name>Mags</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18223968373806890804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-5129536584286936686' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/posts/default/5129536584286936686' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-2108964167'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-5744159966446140835</id><published>2009-10-15T19:51:45.551-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:51:45.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh, there are so many creepy men in this world, h...</title><content type='html'>Ooh, there are so many creepy men in this world, huh?  The crazy thing is that when I bring my (big) dog out for walks, more creepy men talk to me than usual.  You think they&amp;#39;d be scared off?  No!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/5744159966446140835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/5744159966446140835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html?showComment=1255661505551#c5744159966446140835' title=''/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18147449734209912973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_a721HbF8A0w/R9lcszPZmkI/AAAAAAAABmc/bRTxgEcSN3s/S220/profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-5129536584286936686' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/posts/default/5129536584286936686' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-240681304'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-7921554929850188228</id><published>2009-10-15T17:56:10.467-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:56:10.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel you! Commuting to work has allowed me to ca...</title><content type='html'>I feel you! Commuting to work has allowed me to catch one to many men checking out women walking down the street. So now I&amp;#39;m super paranoid and I usually  get really angry when I&amp;#39;m stuck walking in front of a skeezy guy and the mean face (spurred by many mean thoughts) comes on. However since that only leads to thinking about what I could do if I knew tae kwon do (insert evil laugh here) recently I tried reciting psalm 23 and thinking about Jesus tae kwon do-ing the skeezy guys and it was much better. Maybe that&amp;#39;s not such an improvement but it calms me down. :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/7921554929850188228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/7921554929850188228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html?showComment=1255654570467#c7921554929850188228' title=''/><author><name>jennpope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06819360381571802672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15573612868049563518'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xAhumSZs2-0/SjKXRUUVPYI/AAAAAAAABGw/-oZLrUwg24I/S220/DSC00233.JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-5129536584286936686' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/posts/default/5129536584286936686' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-981575559'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-8415790005534169020</id><published>2009-10-15T09:45:04.208-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:45:04.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes! I&amp;#39;m sorry to hear that happened to you....</title><content type='html'>Yikes! I&amp;#39;m sorry to hear that happened to you. When I first moved to my condo, I was out with my son in the courtyard and there was a guy there as well. He was pretty young, I&amp;#39;d say in his early 30s. He was creepy as well.. he had this grin on his face. I got out of that courtyard fast. Turns out he lives in the building and one time I was in the pool with my son and he was there. He kept a respectable distance away from us - for that I was grateful. But I was so ready to defend us if anything did start to happen. It&amp;#39;s too bad the world is the way it is.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/8415790005534169020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/8415790005534169020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html?showComment=1255625104208#c8415790005534169020' title=''/><author><name>Bernice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09837067944330100727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-5129536584286936686' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/posts/default/5129536584286936686' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1177382462'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-2607417879083886025</id><published>2009-10-15T09:17:35.866-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:17:35.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don&amp;#39;t usually have this happen with old men,...</title><content type='html'>I don&amp;#39;t usually have this happen with old men, but I do deal with this from a middle-aged guy I work with.  I wear skirts to work maybe 1-2 times a week.  So that&amp;#39;s pretty common, right?  Well, tell me why, EVERY SINGLE TIME, I wear a skirt, he says &amp;quot;you look really nice in a skirt.&amp;quot;  Followed by a head to toe check-out and a creepy smile.  He&amp;#39;s married, staunchly religious, and old enough to be my father.  It gives me the heeby-jeebies every.single.time.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/2607417879083886025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/2607417879083886025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html?showComment=1255623455866#c2607417879083886025' title=''/><author><name>ChasingParadise</name><uri>http://chasingparadise.wordpress.com</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-5129536584286936686' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/posts/default/5129536584286936686' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-534672572'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-4501228981474204029</id><published>2009-10-14T23:21:17.448-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:21:17.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha! this is hilarious. i&amp;#39;m sure in this si...</title><content type='html'>hahaha! this is hilarious. i&amp;#39;m sure in this situation i would&amp;#39;ve just said, &amp;quot;really? no, i mean reeaaaalllly? c&amp;#39;mon man. don&amp;#39;t you have something better to do?&amp;quot; and i would&amp;#39;ve said it super sarcastically. &lt;br /&gt;this happens to me sometimes too, and whenever it does, i don&amp;#39;t hesitate to tell them that they&amp;#39;re being creeps. more often than not i don&amp;#39;t even mean for it to come out. it just happens.&lt;br /&gt;mase is a good idea.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/4501228981474204029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/4501228981474204029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html?showComment=1255587677448#c4501228981474204029' title=''/><author><name>Awmb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676451079600035768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-5129536584286936686' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/posts/default/5129536584286936686' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1737157929'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-2944331251632764249</id><published>2009-10-14T22:18:59.360-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:18:59.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mean face comes on, closed body language (crossed ...</title><content type='html'>mean face comes on, closed body language (crossed arms, elbows out, etc.) and I avoid eye contact. If I am still engaged then I will keep my answers to yes or no. sorry to hear about the creeper =(</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/2944331251632764249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/5129536584286936686/comments/default/2944331251632764249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html?showComment=1255583939360#c2944331251632764249' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://larissamarks.com/2009/10/creepy-man-rant.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161579608494284950.post-5129536584286936686' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161579608494284950/posts/default/5129536584286936686' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-2049556448'/></entry></feed>
