The day of wtf-ery!
Omg today has been so very odd.
I pulled a Borat-alike while I was running a few errands in shopping centre. He sounded just like Borat but was better looking only still fugly, it's just Borat is fuglier.
I was just walking my merry way to the post box when the Borat man walks past and said "Very sexy lady! Hi very sexy english lady!"
If growing up close to a mental hospital has taught me anything it is that crazy people get annoyed when you ignore them. So I kinda grimaced smiled and grunted 'hi' as I kept moving.
Then suddenly I hear 'Excuse me, pretty lady! Can you help me...?" Yes, it was Borat waving a random leaflet for a local NHS dentist that was promoting its excellent standard for dentures.
Again, I thought it might be impolite to keep walking and ignore him. So he thrust his leaflet at me pointing at the blurb about dentures saying can you tell me where that is. I informed him as nicely as I could that that section of writing was in fact about false teeth but the address at the bottom was for about a 20 minute walk up the road.
The response was confusing to say the least.
"Yes, I know but where does that say..." Again pointing at the dentures.
Finally he just gave up the pretense and asked; "Are you single?"
Hopefully not looking too shifty I said that yes I did indeed have "...an extremely jealous and possessive boyfriend."
I'm not sure if he just didnt understand what I said or just chose to ignore it because he then began asking me for my number. Knowing full well my phone was in fact in my pocket I dramatically (perhaps, overly so) looked in my bag and said "Oh no! I've left my phone at home and I don't know my phone number". At which point I'm sure I caught him eyeing up the bulge in my jeans pocket.
Undeterred, Borat proceeded to inform me he really wanted a "...special english lady friend". By this time I was edging back towards the shopping centre and the safety of the security guards; you know, just incase.
He then again asked me for my number claiming he wanted to go to a "disco" with me. I dunno why but that amused me slightly.
In the end he just gave me his number on a piece of paper before asking how old I was, responding "Aww, you're just a baby! Do you have a baby?"
Well, to cut a long story short I finally got rid of him by ducking into my old workplace pretending I had to meet someone. Not before he made me promise I wouldn't forget to ring him. Needless to say his phone number was immediately disposed of. I stayed talking to some old colleagues for about 1/2 an hour just in case I bumped into him again and then quickly finished my shopping before making my way back to my car.
I didn't ever feel unsafe around this guy just in a perpetual state of amusement. Although, my mum was like you should have just told him to sod off before hastily informing me of all the horrific things that could have happened to me. Though we did all have a good laugh about it later. Dad in particular found it amusing cause every time I go out when I come in he's all "So...did you pull?"
I pulled a Borat-alike while I was running a few errands in shopping centre. He sounded just like Borat but was better looking only still fugly, it's just Borat is fuglier.
I was just walking my merry way to the post box when the Borat man walks past and said "Very sexy lady! Hi very sexy english lady!"
If growing up close to a mental hospital has taught me anything it is that crazy people get annoyed when you ignore them. So I kinda grimaced smiled and grunted 'hi' as I kept moving.
Then suddenly I hear 'Excuse me, pretty lady! Can you help me...?" Yes, it was Borat waving a random leaflet for a local NHS dentist that was promoting its excellent standard for dentures.
Again, I thought it might be impolite to keep walking and ignore him. So he thrust his leaflet at me pointing at the blurb about dentures saying can you tell me where that is. I informed him as nicely as I could that that section of writing was in fact about false teeth but the address at the bottom was for about a 20 minute walk up the road.
The response was confusing to say the least.
"Yes, I know but where does that say..." Again pointing at the dentures.
Finally he just gave up the pretense and asked; "Are you single?"
Hopefully not looking too shifty I said that yes I did indeed have "...an extremely jealous and possessive boyfriend."
I'm not sure if he just didnt understand what I said or just chose to ignore it because he then began asking me for my number. Knowing full well my phone was in fact in my pocket I dramatically (perhaps, overly so) looked in my bag and said "Oh no! I've left my phone at home and I don't know my phone number". At which point I'm sure I caught him eyeing up the bulge in my jeans pocket.
Undeterred, Borat proceeded to inform me he really wanted a "...special english lady friend". By this time I was edging back towards the shopping centre and the safety of the security guards; you know, just incase.
He then again asked me for my number claiming he wanted to go to a "disco" with me. I dunno why but that amused me slightly.
In the end he just gave me his number on a piece of paper before asking how old I was, responding "Aww, you're just a baby! Do you have a baby?"
Well, to cut a long story short I finally got rid of him by ducking into my old workplace pretending I had to meet someone. Not before he made me promise I wouldn't forget to ring him. Needless to say his phone number was immediately disposed of. I stayed talking to some old colleagues for about 1/2 an hour just in case I bumped into him again and then quickly finished my shopping before making my way back to my car.
I didn't ever feel unsafe around this guy just in a perpetual state of amusement. Although, my mum was like you should have just told him to sod off before hastily informing me of all the horrific things that could have happened to me. Though we did all have a good laugh about it later. Dad in particular found it amusing cause every time I go out when I come in he's all "So...did you pull?"