The burdens of popularity

From time to time the men of this grand city like to try their luck and start talking to me. Sometimes, it's funny.

Him: Wow, you're really pretty
Me: *uncomfortable glance* Um, thanks?
Him: Sitting here looking all sexy
Me: Right
Him: You got a boyfriend?
Me: Yep
Him: You ought to have 10, cause of how pretty you is

*snort* I totally agree. Because one man isn't enough trouble!

I've actually grown tired hearing how pretty, beautiful, sexy and gorgeous I am. Ah, to be young and evidently so attractive. My burden is so heavy.

All sarcasm aside, WTF? I think I'm an attractive girl, but I don't think I warrant nearly the amount of attention I get. Which is every time I leave the house. What can I do about it really? Threaten to snap their cock off? Would that even work?

I make friends everywhere I go these days. Gay, straight. If it has a penis, it wants to talk to me. I don't want to cram pimpage. I want to read the Metro in peace. What about headphones, sunglasses, a newspaper and a scowl says "In the market for dick" to people? Cause I gotta fix it.