PART ONE
Wednesday I was walking home from a friend's after dinner. It was about 9 pm and I was only a few blocks from my apartment. I was walking on a pretty busy street and there were a lot of people walking around still, including a person across the street walking in the same direction I was, of whom I was keenly aware.
Now let me tell you a little about this guy. He was tall, black, had a large beer belly, and had a shaved head. He appeared to be coming back from grocery shopping since he had two full grocery bags and was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I'd guess he was in his mid-30s.
He eventually crossed the street and it became apparent that he would soon pass me, so I started walking to the side a little. At this point, there were three thoughts going through my head:
- I am a small girl.
- I'm alone and it's kind of getting late.
- I'm racist.
Right as I expect this guy to pass me, he instead walks right up beside me and starts talking.
"Excuse me, I saw you walking and thought I'd introduce myself."
He pulls two business cards out of his wallet and hands them to me. He then proceeds to make awkward small talk with me, asking about whether I'm a student (I said that I was) and what I was studying (I said Linguistics), and on and on.
By this time we've almost walked two block together - him asking questions, me trying to answer as shortly as possible. Eventually he goes "I'm not trying to follow you home or anything, I just thought you should give me a call or e-mail me sometime. Have a nice day," and turns down the street before my apartment.
PART TWO
Yesterday, as I was walking to work on the Burke-Gilman trail, this guy about fifteen feet in front of me turns around and asks me what time it is. You thought the last guy was a winner: this one is white, wearing sweat pants, has his greasy, curly hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, huge glasses, and is missing at least one tooth (that I can see).
"A quarter to twelve," I say politely, without moving any closer. Then comes the line of a lifetime:
"I just wanted to tell you that I think you are really beautiful," he says.
"Uh... Thanks..."
"Talking to you has made my day. I hope you have a nice day."
"You too," I smile rigidly and pull a Kelly Clarkson.
Flattery might cross the mind of a weaker woman. However, I'd probably be more flattered by the attention of these two weirdos if I didn't picture the both of them acting this way around every random Asian girl they see.
So, those are the kinds of winners that I attract. Which means if you're attracted to me, you will probably end up just like these two wonderful men. I suppose I should just resign myself to the fact that I shall be doomed to be the object of many a pervert's affections based solely on the color of my skin. Awesome.
The title for this entry was stolen from Maddox.
