ugh typical
Somehow, older middle eastern guys always know that I'm middle eastern. And then they hit on me; calling me "honey" or "sweetie," etc. Sorry, sir, I look like death today and the last thing I need is to be hit on because your family is pressuring you to marry some Arab chick and you don't want them to have to go traveling to find one for you. By the way, I'm not 100% Lebanese, so your family won't approve anyway. Don't waste your time here, cause unless the last girl you brought home was not Arab AT ALL, your mom's not going to like me. Thank you, and have a nice day.
I need to wear a sign. At least the one who did this today was kind of cute instead of creepy. It was almost flattering, except not at all because I really did look like death. It's just the principle of the thing...it always happens, and it always happens when I'm at a store of some sort. Gas station, liquor store--they're the workers and then they hit on me. This one didn't ask about my heritage, which is a first...but nonetheless!
Then again, maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe he wasn't trying to hit on me at all. Maybe he calls EVERY girl who walks in there "honey" or "sweetie" etc. In any case, in the scenario that played out in my head as this was happening--he was added to the list.
I need to sleep. I folded socks for 30 minutes. That's 30 minutes of my life I will NOT get back. ugh. At least it wasn't as long as I thought--I was convinced it took an hour. I hate folding socks.
I need to wear a sign. At least the one who did this today was kind of cute instead of creepy. It was almost flattering, except not at all because I really did look like death. It's just the principle of the thing...it always happens, and it always happens when I'm at a store of some sort. Gas station, liquor store--they're the workers and then they hit on me. This one didn't ask about my heritage, which is a first...but nonetheless!
Then again, maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe he wasn't trying to hit on me at all. Maybe he calls EVERY girl who walks in there "honey" or "sweetie" etc. In any case, in the scenario that played out in my head as this was happening--he was added to the list.
I need to sleep. I folded socks for 30 minutes. That's 30 minutes of my life I will NOT get back. ugh. At least it wasn't as long as I thought--I was convinced it took an hour. I hate folding socks.