Objectified

I used to work in a grocery store in my hometown.  While I was there, the guys would constantly harass me.  They would always ask me if I had an old man.  Even though at the time I did not, I would lie and say I had a boyfriend just so they would leave me alone.  One of my guy friends that worked with me would always accompany me whenever I had to go into the backroom to keep all the other guys at bay.  At first, I was flattered that I was getting so much attention.  I thought, “Wow, these guys must really think I am cute and like my personality.”  False.  Most of the guys I had never talked to before, so how could they know what my personality was like?  Some of them kept trying to give me their numbers asking me to call if I was ever lonely and was feeling frisky.  This disgusted me.  They did not want to talk to me.  They did not want to get to know me.  All they wanted was to get with me.  I was embarrassed that I ever let any of them talk to me.  I felt like I should have known better.  I am usually the type to always think the best of others.  Now, I have to second guess the intentions of everyone I meet.