I understand that I might be unapproachable. The scowl on my face warns strangers to "STAY AWAY!" Most heed that.
Others, namely men, find new and what they believe are innovative ways of hitting on you.
Yesterday I was in the gas station trying to find myself a mid-afternoon snack. As I perused the aisle of candy I could overhear a group of guys ("men" wouldn't be an apt description here) commenting on someone. I assume it was me because the only other person in the store was the cashier.
I heard one guy say, "Go tell her you're rich. Tell her you have a lot of money."
I wondered at that point why I didn't have my cell phone with me. At least I could pretend I was talking to someone and they'd leave me alone.
Anyway, it turned out that the subject was a punk anyway and his end action turned out to be a slow walk past the aisle and a mumble of "I'm rich."
Oh yeah. That totally turned me on.
Posted by Tiffany at December 3, 2004 05:39 PM