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X_O Oh my goddess, I told the BIGGEST lie yesterday. Okay, I didn't *mean* to, it started off as a run-of-the-mill case of male-misinterpretation, but... ugh, well, hear me out. So this 43 old guy (yes, he told me his age) HIT on me yesterday after work, when I was waiting for the bus. We are the only two people at the 38 Bus stop, and the Peruvian/Mexican restaurant behind me is jamming with salsa music.
I don't know why he just starts talking to me, but he does. And of course, there's a million different ways I can respond. My default is to pretend I'm deaf or don't speak English, but I never think fast enough to do either of those. Besides, why would a girl as Casper-white as me not speak English in San Francisco? And with my luck, whatever language I could have faked would have been one he spoke. :P
Well anyway, he said I was awfully cute (blah blah) and what was my name? Here's the easy part-- I've been in situations like this before, so I *never* give out my real name. And thanks to the GIGANTIC sweater-thingy Will gave me waaay back when, I had a shirt covering up my nametag... er, had I been wearing the shirt with it on! Hah, I stuffed it in my backpack! Karmic, baby, absolutely KARMIC! :DDD I told him my name was Ellen. Funny how I hate my middle name to death, but it'll slide off my tongue so easily when I need to lie. :P
Of course, he asked me if I had a boyfriend. -.-; This is a question that makes me frown and "squick" my lips; I don't like being reminded of what I "lack" or whatever. I just said "I'm not into that," meaning, "Right now I don't want/need a boyfriend," but he interpreted that as being "Hey, she's a lesbian!!" I figured that out pretty quick; he then asked me about my girlfriend. Wanting to get this guy away ASAP, I just perpetuated the lie (forgive me Goddess...) and ended up saying I'd been with "her" for 4 years, was 18... he then asked why I didn't get married this past week. O_O Once again "I'm just 18!" This guy is still hitting on me, and he's old enough to be my father. GROSS!
And he even told me that he didn't like women his age; they always complained "Ah, I have a headache." Which I guess is true, really, but yeesh, he didn't need to tell me the story of his lovelife. Apparently he had the love of his life twice... once he brushed her off, and the second time she had to go back to Thailand. ^^; I didn't need to know all this! He even asked me if I could salsa; I just said I was as stiff as a board. He said I should get my girlfriend to go dancing... GAWD... I feel ashamed that I outright lied to this guy, but in retrospect, it's kind of funny. I shouldn't have whipped out my cell phone, but good thing he got the message when I said "No, that's alright" when he wanted to give me HIS phone number.
Am I too nice? LOL.
Okay, so I filed my 2004-2005 FAFSA, yay... but the deadline for the Cal Grant is in two days! I know my dad has a hard copy of the GPA Verification form, but I need to go to the SFUSD HQ anyway... and since I have to go to work at 12 tomorrow anyway, that means I have to wake up early... call them, and find out if I even have to go there to make the trip. It *would* be easier, going to Wash, but I doubt I'd want to face the people there. :P Blech. And what if I ran into Ms. Thompson? *shudder*
Anyway, I gotta head to work now; I found an 8 hour tape, so I should be recording all 5 hours of Oscar-happiness. Let's just hope we don't have another T-storm.
I wanna work on WDKY9 when I get home!! ARGH!!
And really bad eggs...
I don't know why he just starts talking to me, but he does. And of course, there's a million different ways I can respond. My default is to pretend I'm deaf or don't speak English, but I never think fast enough to do either of those. Besides, why would a girl as Casper-white as me not speak English in San Francisco? And with my luck, whatever language I could have faked would have been one he spoke. :P
Well anyway, he said I was awfully cute (blah blah) and what was my name? Here's the easy part-- I've been in situations like this before, so I *never* give out my real name. And thanks to the GIGANTIC sweater-thingy Will gave me waaay back when, I had a shirt covering up my nametag... er, had I been wearing the shirt with it on! Hah, I stuffed it in my backpack! Karmic, baby, absolutely KARMIC! :DDD I told him my name was Ellen. Funny how I hate my middle name to death, but it'll slide off my tongue so easily when I need to lie. :P
Of course, he asked me if I had a boyfriend. -.-; This is a question that makes me frown and "squick" my lips; I don't like being reminded of what I "lack" or whatever. I just said "I'm not into that," meaning, "Right now I don't want/need a boyfriend," but he interpreted that as being "Hey, she's a lesbian!!" I figured that out pretty quick; he then asked me about my girlfriend. Wanting to get this guy away ASAP, I just perpetuated the lie (forgive me Goddess...) and ended up saying I'd been with "her" for 4 years, was 18... he then asked why I didn't get married this past week. O_O Once again "I'm just 18!" This guy is still hitting on me, and he's old enough to be my father. GROSS!
And he even told me that he didn't like women his age; they always complained "Ah, I have a headache." Which I guess is true, really, but yeesh, he didn't need to tell me the story of his lovelife. Apparently he had the love of his life twice... once he brushed her off, and the second time she had to go back to Thailand. ^^; I didn't need to know all this! He even asked me if I could salsa; I just said I was as stiff as a board. He said I should get my girlfriend to go dancing... GAWD... I feel ashamed that I outright lied to this guy, but in retrospect, it's kind of funny. I shouldn't have whipped out my cell phone, but good thing he got the message when I said "No, that's alright" when he wanted to give me HIS phone number.
Am I too nice? LOL.
Okay, so I filed my 2004-2005 FAFSA, yay... but the deadline for the Cal Grant is in two days! I know my dad has a hard copy of the GPA Verification form, but I need to go to the SFUSD HQ anyway... and since I have to go to work at 12 tomorrow anyway, that means I have to wake up early... call them, and find out if I even have to go there to make the trip. It *would* be easier, going to Wash, but I doubt I'd want to face the people there. :P Blech. And what if I ran into Ms. Thompson? *shudder*
Anyway, I gotta head to work now; I found an 8 hour tape, so I should be recording all 5 hours of Oscar-happiness. Let's just hope we don't have another T-storm.
I wanna work on WDKY9 when I get home!! ARGH!!
And really bad eggs...
