This is why I have no social life
I got hit on by some totally skeevy guy on the Skytrain today. He sat down next to me and started talking to me, this despite the presence of both headphones and book. The highlight came when he stated that he would walk home with me so that I could show him where I lived and then (oh honour of honours) I could give him my number, and I was like, do I have stupid written on my forehead? (I checked when I got home. I don't seem to. And I looked really, really closely). This guy was goddamn presistant, though. It was when he called me 'baby' that I pretty much lost it. I'm fairly certain most of the Skytrain heard my response to that. You know what, asshole? I am under no illusions as to the extent of my charms, so I can only assume that you were fishing in the hopes that I was either a)an idiot, or b)a nymphomaniac. Persisting will not magically change my mind, it will only succeed in irritating the hell out of me. Now please fuck off and die.