Grocery Shopping and the Question of the Day

Wow. Talk about raising the dead. I haven't written in here for a long, looong time. A combination of being too busy and the fact that about only two people seemed to comment . . . and I've been emailing those two people pretty regularly, so it seemed a little redundant to post one of these.

Anyway, things have been sort of quiet on the cel front lately. I suffered a devastating loss on Sunday morning. But that actually means that more cels will start flowing in soon, since I spent some money getting myself a couple consilation prizes. ^_^ I'll probably be spending some more in the next few days.

Anyway . . . I've got a strange little story to tell. Enjoy!

I tend to have the most interesting experiences when I go grocery shopping.

Now, for those of you who don't know, my only means of transportation is my bike, so whenever I need something, I have to ride to get it. Anyway, I was coming back from the grocery store, waiting at a crossroads for the light to change, when a bus stopped nearby and let off some passengers. I didn't pay it too much notice. Then, this really dirty, scruffy-looking guy in his late-thirties started staring at me.

He said, "You're loaded, aren't you?" and continued to stare.

I couldn't really understand what he was referring to. The baskets behind my seat were full of groceries, but that was all I could think of. He kept staring at me, so I stared right back.

Maybe I shouldn't have made eye contact.

So, he came closer to me and grabbed my hand. 0.o I pulled away super quick.

He scowled and said, "What? Am I that f***ing weird?!"

0.o

Ummmm . . .

Ummmm . . .


"I just don't like strangers touching me."

"But you're beautiful!"

0.o

He was still staring at me, and started looking me up and down as he circled around me and my bike. I didn't take my eyes off him. Apparently, he noticed he was making me nervous, because by the time he had made it to the opposite side of where he started, he tried to reassure me.

"I'm leaving now, okay?!"

The light changed. I went west, and I assume he went east. Either way, I was on a bike, and there was no way he could follow me all the way home on foot.

This is not the first time something like this has happened. None of the other bums ever tried to touch me, though. The first time, I went home and cried like a baby.


Now, the question of the day is . . . why the heck can't I attract men my age? Or at least ones who take showers!!! :P *siiiigh*