Now I need to find a new way to the tube station...
I was hit on by a 36 year old dude on my way home yesterday. It was one of the weirdest hittings-on I've had, and that's saying a lot because the majority of them (the few there have been) have been quite bizarre.
Why is it that I attract weirdos? It's always that way, and I suppose it wouldn't be a problem except that I don't find these weirdos attractive. If I did, I suppose they wouldn't come off as weirdos as much, and my problems would be solved.
But really. I'm terrible at these things. I get all flustered and I need to grow a backbone because I'm too polite (usually) to say an outright no. And this guy was good - he started with asking me if there was a gym nearby (which made me think of Tommy Boy), then asked about my accent, and then before I knew it I was giving him a wrong number in my attempt to escape. But he was going to the tube station too, and wanted to buy me a coffee since I'd said I didn't have time for a drink (which was true - I had to get to Tiki to work on Megan's application before I called her at 7:15). So then I felt guilty and we got a McDonald's coffee and I realized that I could probably not have made up a man who was more opposite than me if I had tried. And then I had to suffer through a disgusting and hot McDonald's coffee before cramming in on the hot and stuffy tube (perfect summer drink, btw - boiling hot coffee). And if I wasn't creeped out enough by the whole situation, I sure was when I told him I was only in the UK until October, he asked if I'd ever be back and then suggested I could stay if I married someone. What. the. hell?!?
I'd begun to question my solitude and everything, but honestly, I'm just happier and more comfortable by myself.
And that's how I plan to stay. At least until I find a non-weirdo guy who's attracted to me and to whom I'm attracted... or I die alone. Whichever comes first. ;-)
Why is it that I attract weirdos? It's always that way, and I suppose it wouldn't be a problem except that I don't find these weirdos attractive. If I did, I suppose they wouldn't come off as weirdos as much, and my problems would be solved.
But really. I'm terrible at these things. I get all flustered and I need to grow a backbone because I'm too polite (usually) to say an outright no. And this guy was good - he started with asking me if there was a gym nearby (which made me think of Tommy Boy), then asked about my accent, and then before I knew it I was giving him a wrong number in my attempt to escape. But he was going to the tube station too, and wanted to buy me a coffee since I'd said I didn't have time for a drink (which was true - I had to get to Tiki to work on Megan's application before I called her at 7:15). So then I felt guilty and we got a McDonald's coffee and I realized that I could probably not have made up a man who was more opposite than me if I had tried. And then I had to suffer through a disgusting and hot McDonald's coffee before cramming in on the hot and stuffy tube (perfect summer drink, btw - boiling hot coffee). And if I wasn't creeped out enough by the whole situation, I sure was when I told him I was only in the UK until October, he asked if I'd ever be back and then suggested I could stay if I married someone. What. the. hell?!?
I'd begun to question my solitude and everything, but honestly, I'm just happier and more comfortable by myself.
And that's how I plan to stay. At least until I find a non-weirdo guy who's attracted to me and to whom I'm attracted... or I die alone. Whichever comes first. ;-)