Flirty and Flithy Old Men

An old man tried to flirt with me!! Well, I think it's hardly surprising because I doubt that even old man will be able to resist my charm. *Pouts* Haha! Seriously I think that most old men are "flirty" or rather, very ji go bei (pervertic). Haven't they realise by now that unless they're rich, no girls will give a damn about them? No matter how gentle they speak to us, how they look us in the eyes, how they smile, it only stir up queasiness in us and not interest, not even a teeny drop of it! Argh! I still feel so disgusted the moment I thought of how that old man tried to flirt with me! Hello uncle, I can only see lust in your eyes and a pervertic smile! Stop it! Otherwise I don't know what I'll do next time!

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First is the flirty uncle, which I consider is the milder case of the two. I'm really unlucky this week to bump into two thick skinned and deprived uncles! I was on my way to work on wednesday morning when I met the flithy one. let's named him "Mr Weak", I will explain why later on.
I was dozing off on the bus when the bus suddenly jerked and something soft press against my arm. I opened my eyes and saw this uncle, Mr Weak, standing beside my seat, facing me. I thought it was an accident that he bumped into me and I just let it passed. BUT this incident kept repeating over and over again throughout the bus journey! I was so damn pissed! I almost ALMOST stood up, grabbed his collar and yelled at him! But I realised that although he kept using his front to bump into me, it feels soft and not hard. Two senarios pop into my mind and I sort of pitied Mr Weak.
1) His belly is blocking the way. Thus, whenever he bump into me, I only feel his soft beer belly instead of his p*nis. Thank god! Now I know why middle age man develop belly. The creator of man( not neccesarily god) must had devise this way to protect young girls like me. Smart work, whoever you are!! So girls, next time don't despise those with beer bellies, those extra layer of fats protects you!
2) Mr Weak lives up to his name. If that is the case, he really needs to see the doctor or take Viagra. If he knocked into me so many times and yet his "brother" is still asleep, Mr Weak really deserves some sympathy. Don't you think so? *Sighs*
In case you want to know, I switched my seat after a few stops. I had no intention to wait for Mr Weak's brother to wake up.