sigh.
some guy just tried to pick me up. as in, i think he was looking for a prostitute. i was walking from my car (it was around noon, sunny day along International Blvd. in east oakland) to my apt. door. this car slows down across the street. guy waves to me, like "come hither" kind of gesture. i stop and look at him, kind of with a "what's up?" look. he keeps motioning me to walk towards him. i am baffled, annoyed, and angry. he keeps motioning. so i motion for him to move his car closer (in case he was lost and just needed directions and i was just trippin'). he keeps motioning towards me. at this point i'm pretty angry because now i realize he's looking for a prostitute, and i don't know if he realizes that i'm not or what. we have this back and forth nonverbal communication for a while. him: motioning me to walk towards him; me: motioning for him to come closer. partly because i'm curious about what he's motioning to me about (though it's clear after the third back and forth gesture) and because i want to take a closer look at him and maybe get his license plate and yell at him. though the reality is that even if i got his license plate number i'd never report him, unless i found out he was a prostitute abuser/killer or something. but yeah, i kind of just wanted to scare him a little because he made me really mad.
anyway, i just walk into my apt. but i was kind of sad and angry and disgusted. and now he knows where i live.
down the street from where i live i saw three very young-looking, not any older than 18, prostitutes right before i parked my car.
i guess people around here are 1.) looking for prostitutes and 2.) expecting that any young woman might be looking to prostitute themselves.
p.s. i'm also kind of mad because it is such a beautiful, sunny, day for the first time in many days (see paperofcolor's post) around here. and this guy had to go and ruin it for me. one more thing: i swear if one more person honks at me while i'm walking down the street, i'm gonna go ballistic on them.