I know I have a big booty. Big butts run in my family. So do big breasts. (I didn't get that part of the genes, unfortunately) but I've had a big butt since puberty. I know what's back there.

So, can someone please explain to me why guys insist on telling me about my butt? Why do they think I'm blind to my body and need to be reminded when I walk past them? I also don't understand why they think they can stare down my butt and then ask for my phone number. Like, do they not realize how rude that is?

Then they want to get mad at me when I deny them. All of a sudden, I turn into a "stank ass bitch" or "ugly ass hoe" or "stuck up skank" like what? If I looked so awful or was just such an awful human being, then why are you trying to talk to me?

I'm not begging anyone for attention. I'm minding my own business. My butt was not created as a beacon for men to lust after. Its main purpose was to sit on and for poop to come out of.

And the messed up part is that not all guys that try to talk to me are even looking at my butt. Some are just trying to talk to me because they think I'm pretty or seem cool or whatever the case is.

Although, there are some days (if I'm being honest, it's most days) that I don't feel like talking to anyone or I'm rushing to class or a meeting or somewhere that is more important than me stopping to have a conversation with a stranger. It sounds harsh but its the truth.

Nonetheless, these type of guys reacts in the same way as the ones who talk to my butt when I deny them.

Sometimes I really wonder if maybe I'm just being rude but no, I know I'm not. These guys are not entitled to me. I have no obligation to them to hand out my personal information to someone I'm not interested in.

However, if I do meet a guy that draws my attention, seems like they're cool, and didn't approach me in a disrespectful way, then there is a chance I will hand out my number. Or maybe the next time I see them around campus I will, depending on my mood.

But for all the guys out there, if I don't give my number to you I am not a lesbian, I probably don't have a boyfriend, and I am not a stuck up bitch. I am literally just living my life and being Jaymie. That's it and guys (not all of them, just the ones that I am talking about) really need to understand how to accept rejection and move on.