women give fake numbers and names for a reason.
when i was a teenager and in my early twenties, it was so hard to say no without being fearful of the reaction. i’ve been called bitch, ho, had men try to really follow me and convince me, plead, beg and get violent. so i learned quickly that in most cases, no wasn’t an ok response. even if i said i had a boyfriend or a partner, the response would generally be “so?” (because people who have no respect for that are totally cool potential partners or fuck buddies *Eyeroll*). so i lied. i still use a fake name when i’m out in the streets depending on how i feel. especially when i was dancing, if i saw a custie and he tried to talk to me. but on the real, i was always afraid of being harmed. seriously harmed. and i don’t wanna get into a verbal confrontation with a man i think will not hesitate to harm me if i cuss him out for being disgusting. only a month ago i cussed some old ass nasty dude out for oggling my sisters ass and then telling me i’m beautiful like this was some kind of compliment when a. duh and b. you was just oggling on my baby 19 year old sisters ass and you 50 fucking something. so i cuss him out. he comes by three times, back and forth, back and forth, yelling at me each time.
so in cases where i am cornered, where the man aint taking my verbal cues, where he is cute but just doesn’t get i’m not interested, i give fake names and numbers. a lot of girls do this for that reason. all these ashy dick niggas talking about oh don’t give me no fake number neither. if you have a history of getting fake numbers it’s because you are scary, intimidating and too much. and women are using their intuition. and that intuition is telling them that YOU ARE NOT SAFE TO SAY NO TO. i’m so tired of these stupid fuck niggas not understanding shit. their are brothers who respect your boundaries, who can smile and make eye contact, say how are you and see if a conversation proceeds from there. and there are plenty of women who make the first move, it’s 2012 so definitely a lot more than even 2000 i think! even when you reading a book or doing something where you are busy, you know this nigga dont respect that if he bugging you. so if he gets a number, it’s gonna be a fake a lot. it is what it is. these dudes can’t dial back their sense of entitlement to any and all pussy, to a time of day, to our time, their misogyny. their sense of superiority. so we make maneuvers and create survival mechanisms to survive from YOU.
I give out the number to rejection hotline because I used to get guys who would call me at any hour of the night as if I didn’t have anything better to do than talk to them.
Case in point: my ex. Even after telling them my call hours, they’d somehow think it was they who were the special snowflake that got to call me anytime and I’d be cool with it. Then they’d get mad when I get irritated with that shit.
Rejection Hotline is on speed dial just so I can hand it out to scrubs I’m not interested in.
That tactic doesn’t work anymore. Dudes will demand your number and then call that number to make sure that it isn’t fake, and if it is, they’ll harass you even more until you cave and give you that number.
I’ve been cornered like this on multiple occasions and these niggas want to talk about how we’re ‘uppity’ when our safety is legit in question here.
You don’t care about women. You don’t give a shit about what happens to us.
You just care about fucking us to get you off and then disposing of us like a paper towel.
Yeah, they immediately call or text it to see if it’s fake. I don’t understand why some people don’t realize that I don’t like giving out my cell number for a reason. I got harassed like crazy after I broke up with my ex. He’d fill my voicemail with all sorts of nasty messages, send me texts with horrible, threatening messages, and call my phone dozens of times throughout the day and night. Like, this went on for months.
And the last thing I need is some emotionally unstable guy getting my number. I’ve changed numbers more times in the past year than ever. In fact, I’ve had five different numbers just trying to avoid the crazed-messages I’ve gotten.
The fact that men don’t even stop to consider that women do have boundaries and that just because they talk to us doesn’t give them the right to cross said boundaries…is just a message loud and clear.
For instance, I don’t go anywhere alone with a guy I have no interest in fucking, because for all I know, he might try and force me into some shit. And I’ve had that happen to me. I went out with a guy who tried to force me to drink (I didn’t see him when he was making the drink so I decided against drinking at all that night), and then while I was on the phone with my friend he grabbed me and kissed me. Like, he forced his tongue in my mouth and then tried to shove his hands down my pants. I had made sure to give absolutely no signals that I wanted sex or even to be touched, but he literally tried to force me into it.
WHILE I WAS ON THE PHONE.
Like, this is date rape in action. Luckily, I was sober, and my friend bailed me out by pretending to have needed my help in an emergency. I took the bus to her place and changed my number the next day so the guy wouldn’t call me ever again.