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There was something I was going to say, but it's been completely wiped from my mind because this dude was sort of hitting on me in the cafe.
Sort of.
It had that vibe, but mostly he was asking where I go to church and whether I'm a christian, not in a "i want to convert you" sort of way though, mostly in a "if I'm going to put effort into making the chit-chat you better be a sweet little christian girly" kind of way.
Now, I'm not the sort to care what sort of deity any person prefers, so it always sort of comes as a shock when I meet people for whom it is the first question (second or third actually, after "what kind of computer is that?" and "do you go to school around here?" (also sort of a creepy question, like the guy who used to ask all the new baristas whether they were old enough to work at starbucks)).
Besides, it seems like one hell of a personal question, sort of like "What size bra do you wear?" or "How many grapes can you fit in your mouth?", kind of awkward to work into normal conversations between strangers.
Whatever.
Oh. I bought a shitty Schwinn Breeze from goodwill for cheap. I wanted to know how the hub works, but it'll probably be a bit before I work up the desire to go beyond just thinking it might be sort of a fun project and actually figure out how to take it apart. Meanwhile it's another obstruction on my stairs.
Sort of.
It had that vibe, but mostly he was asking where I go to church and whether I'm a christian, not in a "i want to convert you" sort of way though, mostly in a "if I'm going to put effort into making the chit-chat you better be a sweet little christian girly" kind of way.
Now, I'm not the sort to care what sort of deity any person prefers, so it always sort of comes as a shock when I meet people for whom it is the first question (second or third actually, after "what kind of computer is that?" and "do you go to school around here?" (also sort of a creepy question, like the guy who used to ask all the new baristas whether they were old enough to work at starbucks)).
Besides, it seems like one hell of a personal question, sort of like "What size bra do you wear?" or "How many grapes can you fit in your mouth?", kind of awkward to work into normal conversations between strangers.
Whatever.
Oh. I bought a shitty Schwinn Breeze from goodwill for cheap. I wanted to know how the hub works, but it'll probably be a bit before I work up the desire to go beyond just thinking it might be sort of a fun project and actually figure out how to take it apart. Meanwhile it's another obstruction on my stairs.