I was leaving curves today, and some guy pulls up next to me, and starts driving *really* slowly. I turn my head and nod, and keep walking.

He honks.

I stop.

He wants to sell me something, while hitting on me.
I'm not interested. (While the light is nice, I don't appreciate you selling it to me from a moving vehicle, and hitting on me at the same time. A five dollar cuteness discount is amusing, but was it really a discount???)

He asks for free time. (At the end of everything)
I tell him I don't have any/much. (Yay for engineering ruling my life, even when all i do is sleep)

He asks for a hug.
I don't hug people. (I hug people I know, but not all of them.)

Besides. WTF? Why am I going to hug someone that I don't know that's in a car with two similarly built people. I'm not too keen on being konked on the head by some large-ish black dudes.

Apparently I look 17.
This guy is all... you single? Of course I'm not, so I say no. He asks why. Because Dave is teh r0Xx0rz in my chixb0xX0rz, that's why. At least he didn't ask if I was faithful or if I would cheat. ::rolls eyes:: (But then he asks for some free time. I think I'm going to start filing offers of hanging out or free time under "you faithful/cheat" annoyances.)

He asked if he was cuter than Dave... I wanted to say, "No, Dave is a hot, sexy, studmuffin!"

But alas, being myself, I get extremely shy/nervous when people are hitting on me, and I can never quite tell them what I want to tell them. Especially when it's negative. Apparently appearing unsure in the "I disagree, but I don't want to offend you" fashion doesn't work. Nor does looking flighty in the "I don't much care to be talking to you" sort of way work.

Next time, Next time.

Besides. Three guys in a car trying to sell me something? That's a bit odd. I'm not into coloring books, though the lamp was nice. But who's to say that they wouldn't have tried to snatch my bag/wallet/money and run or something? Who's to say it wasn't hot stuff? As far as I know, he might have just wanted to grab my boob.

And I'm not saying these things because they were black.

At least they were wearing suits/dress shirts, that gives them a teensy bit of credibility.

I'm going to have to learn how to be assertive. Say no, kick in the balls, and run away.

Or...
Kick in the shins, and run away yelling "Rip off artist!"

creepy
people over there are creepy. glad no one actually touched your boob or anything. if someone did, i would have to hunt them down and cut off their hand.
» cookie (24.228.4.240) on 2006-07-15 05:10:08

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