So for the first time in three years of living in the US, I experienced something I was used to back home: being addressed by a number of guys by vulgar sexual words. It hit me hard because it was 8 am in a familiar neighborhood on my way to school, and because i didn't expect it. There is a big difference between when you receive "flattering" sexual words, as unwelcome and sometimes painful as they are, and when those words are violent. To me, the difference doesn't come from the flattering-violent distinction though, it's just that i feel extremely diminished and low in the latter case. I was struggling with it back in Iran, that why do i let such a thing make me feel so down and defeated, and i never had an answer, and i still don't.
Bummer. Really sorry to hear that, Hoori.
I know this sounds cliche, but it probably was a lot more about them than about you. You just happened to stumble in the picture frame as the token object for a bunch of street monkeys to play out their chest-beating and shit-flinging dance to each other. A lot of times it's not about the "object" (not objectifying, but being grammatical here) but rather that's merely the catalyst for a group dynamic between cretins to express their own flawed sense of social order amongst each other.
Hell, there are political parties all over the world that have made mutual bonding experiences about shared abuse hurled at some random third party.
As in a woman who doesn't mind a good joke?

I think sometimes we take life too seriously. Personally something like this would make me laugh because 1. It is unique. 2. I tend to have social anxiety so I am a little bit more difficult to talk to than the "regular" woman. My point is, sometimes icebreakers are nice. It does not always have to be so serious all the time.
I get that. But it sounds contrived to me and sort of reflects a guy who thinks he has to play some game to win your attention.
My kind of woman is typically straight-up and would see right through that and think, "Save the tricks for the carnival, dude." But everybody has different styles, choices, and needs of course.
Wedding season has kicked off again
useless people joining forces to form spare entities wasting my time and money
but i love my friends tho
Hallmark needs to put that sentiment on wedding cards.
This may be it, though. This could be "the year"
You may have to embrace the inevitability, Abel.
It figures that my father, a lifelong suffering Cubs fan of 85 years, would die during the off season just before they win the Series.