JMU Guys

Well tonight when I was walking to the parking lot (well Ashley's apartment complex parking lot) some guy yelled "slut" out of his "I have a small penis so I gotta huge Ford" truck at me. This happens all too frequently. Freshman year was the worst occurence, where I was called a slut from an SUV, this one full of the"I'm so testosterone filled and horny and I don't know how to deal with it" frat boys. Now all of these occurences, which total 4, have happened when I am wearing my usual jeans and sweatshirt or t-shirt or something else painfully unrevealing. What I'm stressing here is that I look totally unsluttish, in fact more Muslim than sluttish. What's the deal? Am I just in the wrong place at the wrong time? Do I smell slutty? Is their definition of slut "Hey girl walking down the street!" and it's just a matter of misunderstanding on my part? I don't think that any of those assumptions are true. Rather it is the fact that a good sized majority of JMU males are completely idiotic, barbaric, drunken, fumbling fucktards who can't handle the fact that they are growing up. They should really start offering a class at JMU on male manners and how one should treat a lady. Furthermore, that class should instill the idea that a female's worth does not rely solely on your appearance. Ok, so maybe that's something only ugly girls say, or feminists (which for some reason is a laughable term around these parts), and maybe I'm a little bit of both, but I know for damn sure that I'm right. What is going to happen when these mongrels are released upon the world? Do girls here actually find their childish antics endearing? "Oh John, pleeeaaasssse pour another beer on my head and grope me and then expect me to have sex with you! You're so charming! And then, maybe if I get knocked up, you can punch me in the stomach for a quickie abortion!! OOOO!!" Well, gentleman, the ladies here are of a different breed, the desperate breed, the type who has to compete with a high ratio of beautiful chicks for the affections of muscles with the mentality of a six year old. I'm not saying all ladies here are so desperate, but I've seen plenty, more than I would care to at least. When these fellas are set out into the world, they will soon realize that the amount of beer they can consume in one sitting doesn't appeal to the ladies of the real world, the same way that we JMU ladies will be pleasantly surprised (hopefully) by the bevy of dapper gentleman that are waiting to treat us as though we are, gasp, SPECIAL! I would also like to acknowledge those rare gems of guys, rare around here at least, who are not scathed by the mass availability of desperate poon and instead retain their respectful demeanor. Anyway, I hate being called a slut by passing motorists is the point!