I was showing Tiff-nay my hurh, and some guy drives by.

Slows down. I mean, *slow*. Trailer park 5mph slow.

Goes by.

Tiff-nay and I start to worry about the potential creepy/hit-on factor.

Next think I know, Mr. Man has put the car in reverse, and BACKED UP to ask me if I had a boyfriend.

I told him I did, and he says "I guess that means I can't get your number then?", and I told him yup.

He drove away.

Slowly.

His entire end of the conversation was carried out in the "I'm a black guy trying to hit on you, because I like your boobs and ass, so I'm going to mumble and whisper my end of the conversation/hitting on." manner that pisses me off so much.

Sheesh.

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