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esskay
Digital storyteller, Photographic narrator, Hogwarts alum. In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic. My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it. My pen is mightier than my sword. Instagram
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Wednesday, August 12, 2009 || 12:32 AM
I think I'm a relatively attractive girl. But there's no way I could have gone from pretty to insanely gorgeous in the time span of 24 hours. Which leads me to believe that the conversion of the male species into total assholes must be do to a full moon or some other supernatural kind of reason. They were everywhere today. And it's not even like I tried to look good, I was totally bummin' it today. But everywhere I went, all the guys would stop and stare. And it wasn't even flattering so much as disturbing. But the stares are not the inspiration for this particular rant. No, it was the leader of the asshole clan that (obviously) stood out.So I was on my way home, just walking along, minding my own business. And all of a sudden, this guy in a car pulls up next to me and starts calling out to me. I continue to ignore him because to stop and chat only encourages this kind of behavior. Mind you, he wasn't a cute guy. He wasn't even a young guy. He looked like a hobo who just decided to get up off of his cardboard box and take a drive. So finally, when I couldn't take him "pssst"-ing me any longer, I pulled my headphones out and looked at him. And he said to me "Hey, come here, let me give you my number" while he's still on his cell phone with whoever he was talking to (that a hobo can afford to have a cell phone is unheard of but I wasn't about to ask). And then he says to the person on the phone "let me call you right back, I just need to give this girl my number" because in his mind, I've obviously already agreed to take it. And not only did I take it, I called him right away and we actually found out we have a lot in common, for I, too, enjoy boxes of the cardboard variety (this hobo had an overactive imagination that clearly got ahead of him). So I shook my head and told him no thanks. He then proceeded to ask me why and I said "because I have a boyfriend". Just for the record, I am currently single but what the hell else do you tell a hobo who wants to be your new BFF?? And then he said "so? what does that mean?" like that really means nothing to him, but actually works out for the better because he was only looking for a noncommittal screw anyway. So I said "well, that would be kind of disrespectful and I don't think he'd appreciate the fact that I'm taking numbers from random guys on the street" and I started to walk away again. And do you know what that hobo had the nerve to say to me?? He said (and I quote) "you know, I bet your boyfriend is a poor man and that's why you have to walk home." Talk about turning on the hobo charm. If that didn't sweep me off my feet, what would? When I continued to ignore him, he said "you're going to regret not talking to me" and drove away. I couldn't help but to smile as I thought about the fact that I had lost my chance to live happily ever after with the hobo. I suppose I'll survive that devastating blow. Still, I can't wait until this full moon is over. Labels: babble and rant, stranger than fiction |