SENDING SIGNALS

Someone asked me a question.
"Why are men always getting physical towards you?"
Now, such a question requires some thoughts. It opens up to two possibilities: its either me or them. Period.

Let's start by assuming it's me who provokes them to do so. Is it because of my mannerism? My behaviour? My attitude? Or, my dressing?
Let me see... I have good manners. I pay for my food, my drinks and my stuff. I dun need men to pamper me in this way. Next, I dun behave like a bimbo. I dun wear skirts/shorts/minis, I always secure myself with bras and I'm not a looker. I'm actually, quite tomboyish in character. Attitude... hmm, I treat male friends like buddies and give hell to sleazebags. So anything provocative about me?
I didn't make them spend so they can touch me for a trade-off, I'm not behaving like a slut and I am just treating them like my buddies!
Yes yes yes I know sometimes I'm friendly towards people I hardly know. Errr, what's wrong with that? It's just socialising. No hidden agenda. And I can communicate better with male species. Dun ask me a big why, it just goes this way. (however, i treat my galfriends so much better! ask them!) AND I dun give any chances to 'slugs' or 'roaches'. I have enough of them in the past! DuUh.

Now then, let's try to poke at the other answer: the men.
Men, to my knowledge, are always 'on the go'. Single, married, divorced, young, old, very old, ugly, normal, handsome... they're still the same: their private parts are exposed beneath their pants, breathing like a fish, day in day out. Which is not difficult to know that it can be quite easy to let the other head rule over their waffled minds. Besides, scientific research has proved that men are easily aroused and stimulated much much (gals, you can add in as many 'much' as you like) faster than women.
Hey, answer is out here.... can you see it? A harmless dance with one of the toads will be too tantalizing for them to practise some self-control. They may even fantasize throughout the whole night when all you did was a pad on the shoulders. How about dinner? Ha, they will start to plan the special 'dessert' well before you get dressed to meet them at the door.

I dun wanna digress anymore. I know what I'm doing. I know when I'm flirting and when I'm not. Heck, I dun even flirt now (ahem, am retiring from the stage) and when guys try to pick me up just because I'm being myself, you people out there, dun be a bitch and point fingers at me. You can say I'm overly friendly/playful/open-minded/easy-going/naughty or watever. But please take note, I have moral values sticking at the back of my head too.

dOh.