A stranger leers at me before I take a seat on the bus. He readjusts his body in my direction preparing to say something, but before he can utter the full sentence I turn him down cold.
“Not interested, thank you.”
I look out the window.
“Can I ask why?”
This perks my interest, and I look directly at the man whose gaze hovers from my thighs and back to my face. “You really want to know why?”
“Yeah, why aren’t you interested?”
I smile a little, nod and say “Because men are trash,and I have no time to be ruined by anyone.”
“Oh. Someone really hurt you.”
“Nope, someone really taught me.”