"I am not the right person to call," I said. "Oh," he said, surprised. "But you're a girl."

OH MY GOD I JUST CANNOT BELIEVE LIFE SOMETIMES.

ARRGH.

I just got called up by an acquaintance who wasted half an hour of my time asking for advice on how not to enter into a relationship with some girl because he wants to "keep [his] options open". And I get that that's seen as a legitimate concern in university by some. But get this. He and I don't speak often at all, and his motive for calling me of all people? "Because you're a girl." Oh, sorry. I must have missed the part where MY VAGINA MAGICALLY DICTATES WHAT I KNOW.

Fuck.

But really, the worst part isn't that. The worst part is me, because I didn't correct him when he said that. The worst part is me because I let him keep talking at me, even though I had nothing of value to say; even though I was frankly insulted as to why he called.

So now I'm angry at him because of his assumptions that "oh, you're a girl, you know how to do this"; and I'm completely ashamed of myself for not standing up to his implications and doing something about it, and just grrrrrrrr at life right now.