If you didn’t want the attention you would have came out to Clifton Park to hang out with your friends instead of driving one the most hyped over cars in the Capital Region to where all the car guys hang out, or at least just went out driving it instead of parking.
That’s the equivalent of a stunning blond with D sized breasts and a very low cut shirt getting mad at you when you take a glance. Orly? You didn’t want the attention… really?
Don’t get me wrong, we still love you, but we also know you’ve been through a lot and you get a satisfying feeling out of feeling accomplished when you’re the center of the attention and everybody loves your possessions.
The territory of wanting/getting attention comes with the territory of also getting attention from the people you don’t want.
To go along with my above example, the blond may want attention of only some specific guys out there, but that won’t stop the creepy old guy drooling in the corner with his hand down his pants.