Thursday, May 28, 2009
ODB
I love old black men. They love me too. I don't know James but he approached me at the train today, asked me my name, told me I was beautiful, and wanted to get together with me. I pulled out my handy fake boyfriend but he did not care about my boyfriend Slash Thudkill (that's my fake boyfriend-I don't refer to him by name but when I think of his name, it makes me smile like he's real). If I wasn't married, I was fair game. He just kept on trying to extend our conversation and secure himself a date. I used to take that kind of thing personally and wonder what stink of desperation or non-verbal cues made this guy break into my reverie to proposition me. I know it's not that deep so I just enjoyed a random guy telling me I was beautiful and an opportunity to laugh to myself imagining what Slash Thudkill would look like if he was real.
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4 comments:
Well if nothing else its nice to have someone tell you that you are beautiful. Its been a while for me lol. Take care, I enjoy reading your blog
Anne
I had a 75 year old man ask me if I wanted to fly to europe on his private jet with him. I'm pretty sure he had escaped from the nursing home earlier that day.
They are creepy and as my father says have "done everything but died" but I love that an old man will straight up try to pick you up. You never wonder if he's flirting with you because he just upfront propositions you.
ha ha...that's so true, they just cut right to the chase, there's no maybe's about it!
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