oh I see I see. I'm not really a caregiver
then. I'm rather a protector.
usually when I go out with (girl)friends
to a club I always keep an eye on the guys
approaching them. I'm a protector by
nature but I prefer not to show it too
much.
If I see it's a nice or clean guy, ie not
sticky I leave them alone because he's not
going to annoy her. But if I see that a
guy is being too annoying with her, I
approach (harshly enough to make my point)
and scare him. Then he kinda moonwalks
away pretending he's still dancing and he
was just there by accident.
That's the funniest actually, when the guy
pretends he wasn't trying to flirt, while
he was, half a minute ago.
You know the weird elastic/snake moves a
guy can make to look smooth while asking
pointless questions she barely hears and
trying to get close like if they were in
complete fusion... while she actually
tried to escape all the time.
Apparently I judge fairly well, because my
interventions were always thanked. The
best comment I had is "I feel completely
safe when you are there." then made me a
big kiss on the cheek
