smile! pretty girl like you ought to smile!– man outside a Starbucks on market street
stop talkin about my skirt and pull your pants up!
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…
wiiiiiinnnnk! how you doing?– man with what looked like his 3-yr-old kid, shopping at Trader Joes
damn… there she go right there!– leader of a crew of layabouts on the corner
gauntlet, week of 2 May
hello gorgeous! I like your hair! pretty girl! mmmm! sorry dears! I’ve been away too long (busy), but I’ve got some more goodies for ya.
ride that bike girl!– guy parking his car on Int’l Blvd
how you doing miss lady? … ooh, such a beautiful black woman!
can I borrow your phone?
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. me: thanks…?
nice birthmark... and you don't even try to cover...
him: ‘scuse me. that’s a nice birthmark. me: um, thanks. him: what’s it called? me: ?? 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.
random street folk.
hey! be my valentine!
happy valentine's day, beautiful lady!
(oddly enough, from an older lady!)
well, hello, miss sweetness.
pet peeve attack
pretty girl like you oughtta be smiling. bet you got a pretty smile too.
Really? Where's Timbuktu?
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.
well good morning, miss! you have a happy holiday! — while he was leaning out of his car door
MITR#1: hello, miss. me: hi… MITR#2: beautiful lady. me: thanks.
whoo, boy. that’s what I’m talking about!
oooh. hola mami! que linda…
I like your hair!
“tickets? tickets, anyone? ooh girl you want a free ticket?”
from across the street:
Hi gorgeous! Good morning! How you doing?
said to my friend, part 1
wooowee! look at those big old titties! (followed by a couple lip smacks, all of which she ignored). his reply: don’t act like you can’t hear me!
heard as I bike by.
beautiful nalgas! (as in butt-cheeks. I was so shocked I nearly got whiplash).
him: do you have kids? me: no. not yet. him: you mustn’t wait too long. you not married yet? me: nope. him: boyfriend? me: yes. him: and he doesn’t want kids? me: sure. of course. him: so why no kids yet? if you were my girl, I’d have to breed you. me: ?!?
walking around with mums
“lucky girl. you looks just like mommy.” (this from yet another somewhat lecherous older man)
um, yeh. ok, thanks.
“you’re very beautiful, y’hear?” (not so bad except that his tone was quite lecherous)
the gauntlet, 2012/08/26
sssssssexy! >pucker< >loud lip-smacking< whap’m, girl? (what’s happening/what’s up, girl?) hi darlin >surreptitious pucker< lovely! hi sweetheart
argh! why are you touching me!?!
him: >grabs my arm< excuse me miss can I talk to you?
him: oh, I don't mean to grab on you but--
me: and yet you're doing it again. let.go.
him: I'm sorry I was just hoping to talk to you and before you say anything or make something up--
me: you're kidding, right? stop. back up, buddy.
him: what? I don't see a ring. and that's what matters. plus you ain't even with nobody.
me: he's on his way. right there coming down the block.
you looking nice in the sun, baby.
the gauntlet, 2012/07/28
mmm-MM! damn you pretty! GOOOD morning! hey girl! how you doing gurl?
on a scale of...?
you rate a 15 in that outfit, girl!
oo! love the hair!
sometimes the simple ones shock me.
gurrl, you are wearing that tank top!!
don’t play chicken with that bus girl you’re a blessing from God!
West Africans in Paris, part 2
him: you must come eat lunch with us.
me: no, thank you.
me: I don't know you like that, and I got a man.
him: he is not right for you. you are supposed to be with me.
his friend: that's not right, man; you can't say that to her.
me: I'm leaving now.
hey miss. miss! can I go on a ride with you? we can go out to Golden Gate Park. really, my bike just around the corner. I can go git it.
West Africans in Paris, part 1
excuse me, miss. can I sit with you, chere? because you look like you should be my family.
weekly gauntlet, 7/13/2012
oooowee!! damn you fine girl! damn that’s a lotta woman mmm-mm! look at that! you see that?
you are beeauutiful. I am seriously considering stalking you right now. what’s your name?
said to my cousin, part x
ooo, how you doing, girl? you looking so goood. —not too big a deal, but imagine a healthy lisp because, well, he had no front teeth.
just off the plane in NOLA
you a runner? I can tell by them calves.
no common courtesy left
so this guy just dropped his hat, sweaty towels and tote bag on the chair opposite me in starbucks. no “may I?”, no “anyone sitting here?”, not even a “hello”. I called him on it, and he says “I just needed to drink my tea”. what’s going on in the world?
Jo'burg shop clerk
shop clerk: where are you ladies from anyway? my sis: New York. me: California. shop clerk: very nice girls from California. …nice girls from New York too. me: [smh] my sis: thanks…?
said to my sister, part x
so… my sister crashed into an Egyptian man while trying to pay her bill at a bar. she says: I’m sorry. he says: o no. don’t be sorry, it is an honour that you even touch me.
said to my sister, part x
“you should be my fourth wife, but I will love you like you’re the first.”
said to my sister, part x
“you are quite beautiful. look at your smile. I think I am falling in love with your smile!”
15 mins off the plane
him: you look familiar. me: we were on the same flight. from Atlanta. him: right. and you didn’t even come talk to me. I was sitting right in front of you. me: uh, nope. I was sitting behind the Menonites. him: ha! well, you should have come talk to me. me: >sigh<
gorgeous! my eyes can’t take it!
excuse me, are you spoken for?
him: excuse me miss but you are all woman. no little girl business. grown ass woman. such a lady. can I buy you coffee? or lunch? me: um, no thanks. sorry, but thanks for the compliment anyway. him: what about tomorrow? his friend: man, leave that lady alone!