I’m walking home and I’m listening to my music in my own world.
I see a guy motioning and talking to me out of the corner of my eye.
I kinda gave him a “what the hell?” look.
He said, “Sorry, I just want to know the time.” and continued walking.
I said it was okay and told him the time.
I’m about to go back into my own world.
Guy: “Are you Brazilian?”
I’m looking at him, he looks Indian. But who really knows now days. He could very well be Brazilian.
Guy: “Are you in high school?”
Me: “Ha no.”
Guy: “I’m sorry. Are you 18, 21?”
Me: “No I’m 26.”
Guy: “Oh I’m sorry I thought you were in high school, I’m 27, sorry.”
He walks off.
I slow down.
He looks back at me as he crosses the street. Then he continues to walk straight.
I take a right down the street he crossed to get away.
I’m thinking about this now.
What does the time have to do with the preceding conversation?
I couldn’t care less at the time because in my mind it was just talk and I was already in my own world. Also, we were near the city high school. And he kept trying to walk ahead like he was leaving. So I figured he didn’t want to bother me.
But honestly, as soon as a pick up line is thrown down I am done. That goes for asking about my ethnic background too.
And what if I was in high school? Would you have still been 27 or would you have been 17?
If you’re going to play a game and win, you need to know your opponent.
But I guess when you’ve had guys throwing pick up lines at you and surrounding females your whole life, they eventually just all blur together.