the guy who called me a bitch cause I wouldn't dance with his ugly ass.

Well, I'm sorry you're ugly.

And I'm sorry you need my acceptance to be secure.

But at no time did I agree to coddle the ego of every homely horny bastard that doesn't realize:

IF I'M ON THE DANCE FLOOR, I'M ALREADY DANCING AND JUST BECAUSE IT ISN'T WITH YOU DOESN'T MEAN THAT I AM LONELY

Or insecure

Or drunk

Or high

Or gay

Or looking for an ugly asshole partner such as yourself

So, just because you have the balls to call me pretty, to like my pants or my boots, my glasses, my hair or my ass…

I DO NOT HAVE TO TALK TO YOU!

And because I'm honest and tell you straight up,

Yo! I'm already dancing – in the zone – and frankly, you fucked that up. So go away because I don't want to meet any men tonight.

I am not a bitch

I coulda lied to ya. Coulda danced with your ugly stupid ass. Coulda asked you to buy me a drink and taken your number. I coulda given you the first seven digits that popped into my head and told my friends about the ugly, stupid, clueless ass that wouldn't get off my jock. I coulda been like the next girl you harassed at the bar, yeah the one with the ashy hair, that said she had to pee and ditched your ass to find a partner that wasn't ugly, clueless, insecure and now

A-LONE.

See, I coulda lied and said my brother was my boyfriend

That I don't like dick

That I no ingles

I coulda left the club

Or I coulda lied to myself and just been nice, like a good girl is taught

Like I used to be before men would grab my legs, my ass, my titties and try to fuck me on the dance floor.

Try to follow me home, push me against a wall or drop some shit in my drink.

But I didn't. Cause nice girls get beat, get harassed, get raped…….

But, I shouldn't have to even tell you all this because I didn't sign no paper saying I will be nice to every jackass that tries to talk to me in this motherfucking club!

I didn't make any verbal agreements when my purse was getting searched to stroke the confidence of all the ugly people I may run into in the establishment…

Shit, I didn't even tell anyone that I am even a nice person… and I'm not going to be nice to you if I don't want to.

So call me shallow, call me a bitch, but they don't turn the lights down and the music up in the place to enhance intellectual conversation and make it possible to develop lasting meaningful relationships…If you can't handle being denied or being ugly you might want to choose another venue.

Now please take your ugly ass and your ugly comments to the next bitch and

LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE.