Yep, I'm a magnet

Remember how I tend to attract the weirdest of the weird?

Yeah, I know. It's a talent or something.

Last time, I had a dried out old you-know-what that went along with a cloud of cigarette smoke in my face (first off, NASTY. That smell is sick. Second, I'm super allergic, so thanks a lot, big jerk-face).

Today was no exception to the weird.

On my way into a business, I was approached by two guys.

To put it lightly, they looked skeevy.

I wasn't going to make eye contact, because really, that's the first thing you learn when you're a freak-magent. NO EYE CONTACT.

If I can't see them, they can't see me.

Nope.

These ones maneuvered themselves into my path and told me how much they'd like to 'check my vital fluids'.

SERIOUSLY?!

To my face?!

What is WRONG with people?!

Most of all, what is wrong with people who come into contact with me?!

And WHY ME?

WHY MUST THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?!

I'm losing my ability to think that there are any nice and normal men out there.