|—||man outside a Starbucks on market street|
why is it ok for men to comment on my skirt, blouse, etc but they get upset when I tell them to pull their damn pants up!?! >sigh<. got a bit frustrated with the last guy I saw with his pants hanging so low he had to walk with legs splayed. rant done. for now…
|—||man with what looked like his 3-yr-old kid, shopping at Trader Joes|
- hello gorgeous!
- I like your hair!
- pretty girl!
sorry dears! I’ve been away too long (busy), but I’ve got some more goodies for ya.
him: you got the time?
me: about 5:40.
him: thanks. can I borrow your phone?
me: um… really?
him: actually, it’s alright. stay beautiful anyway though.
him: ‘scuse me. that’s a nice birthmark.
me: um, thanks.
him: what’s it called?
him: y’know, like a strawberry but not?
me: oh. it’s a nevus.
him: that’s the medical name, huh. well it’s nice.
me: yeh. um, thanks.
him: yeah. and you don’t even try to cover it up…?
me: ?!? yeah… not so much really.
him: excuse me, miss, do you know where Timbuktu is (pointing to my messenger bag)?
me: uh, sure. It’s on Hayes St Just a few blocks from—
him: no, I mean the REAL Timbuktu. The place where—
me: stop. Yes I do but I can’t talk to you about it. I have to get to a meeting.