More strange encounters
I should not be allowed to go places by myself…I need a chaperone.
I walk in front of speeding cars, get lost and CONTINUE TO GIVE MY EMAIL TO RANDOM MEN. Seriously, did I not JUST blog about this?!
I’m telling you. Guys on the street stop me so often it’s a little ridiculous. I wonder if they’re all in on some inside joke together because they know how uncomfortable it makes me. Did I write about the time the guy at the deli told me not to bend over otherwise he might grab my [bottom] and he didn’t want any harassment charges…EEK!!!
Anyway…so, I think it’s a conspiracy…
So, I was waiting outside Kristan’s office waiting to drop something off and this guy (at least it wasn’t a cab driver this time) starts talking to me. The conversation basically goes like this:
Him: I like your short hair (he repeated it a few times because I was pretending I couldn’t hear)
Me: Oh, thank you (turning away)
Him: What nationality are you? (Stepping in for a second here – I get that question ALL the time, do I look that different? Seriously…) Where’s your accent from?
Me: Oh, I don’t have an accent, I’m from Ohio.
Him: Well I can see now that you’re talking that you don’t. You are just beautiful. Could we have lunch or dinner or something?
Me: Ugh…
Him: Well, give me your email then. I want to see you again. I work for (insert some film company here, I can’t remember exactly which one it was) and maybe we can get you to a premier some time. (I’m thinking…yeah, right, do girls usually buy this?)
---and this is where I need a chaperone to take me away or I should at least have a fake email ready to go…you’d think I’d learn by now!!
So, I gave him my email and he proceeded to email me (about how I was a cutie) right away from his blackberry.
I told my mom that at least this was a step up. He was good looking, wearing a suit and had just gotten out of a Mercedes…My mom, always one to comfort me, suggested that maybe he was a pimp. Thanks mom. I feel so much better now. I now have a psycho cabbie and a pimp from the film industry emailing me…
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3 comments:
Seriously out of control! Wow - no words, just laughter :)
I'm gonna start calling you Hot Stuff Zelnick! That is too funny... girl, you've got to learn some email-distributing self-control. ;)
No joke, Karen. Create an email like youpsycho@yahoo.com- or something like it. However, I do think it is interesting that you keep getting the nationality bit. Very interesting.
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