Do I look like your own personal Walking, Talking Blow Up Doll?

Really, I mean really? when I walk into work on a Monday night I usually look like shit, let's be honest here i'm coming straight from school and I could honestly care less what I look like I mean it's just work. So when I walk in and my hairs a mess cause let's face it i got no one to impress here, and I'm wearing a Black Flag (on a side note if you've never heard them you haven't lived...just sayin' I've been obsessed with them since I was a wee one) T-shirt, jeans and fucking Doc Martens what about that screams 'hit on me'? I dont understand especially when you start saying shit like 'let's go to the back so I can bend you over and have my way with you' ya how about no? you're a pig and I wouldn't touch you with a 10 foot pole...and i'd make sure I put a condom on the pole juuust in case