Celina
Celina \ce-li-na\ as a girl's name is pronounced seh-LEEN-ah. It is of Latin and Greek origin, and the meaning of Celina is "heaven; the moon".
Oh, my God. I am a magnet for the crazies.
I was in the main library, innocently working on my laptop, in one of those corrals on the fifth floor. This late-twenties / early-thirties Asian guy enters the corral opposite of me and looks out the window. I didn't think much of it, since someone does that occasionally. That same guy asks me for the time not a minute later. It doesn't appear on my radar as anything strange since he goes away, but some time later, he approaches me and starts chatting me up.
What the what?
He asked what ethnicity I am, what I am doing, what school I go to, blah blah blah. Oh, my God. Someone please save me.
He also asked me whether he looks Chinese or not, talks about the homeless situation in San Francisco, tells me that he just got kicked out of his house, and oh, my God, I am going to break the window and jump out SOMEBODY PLEASE SAVE ME.
He asks for my name, and I said, "Jenny." (I was on J of my fake name list.) He also asked me for my phone number, because he wanted to go out and I didn't know how to say no. I gave him a fake number, since I have learned from my lesson the last time I gave a crazie my number.
Eventually, he left. All the while, I was nodding and smiling politely (read: weakly with a tremble in my lips).
Immediately afterward, I went online to get a Google Voice account. I feel terrible about giving out fake numbers, and it's kind of hard to make up believable fake numbers. With this Google Voice number, though, I can easily screen whoever the hell is calling without ever giving myself away.
When I stand back and try to look back at this from a different angle, he's not legitimately a crazie. I think he was just trying to pick me up -- in a very heavy-handed way that was also very very bad, because you do not tell a girl who you're trying to pick up that you just got kicked out of your house.
Overall, I found the experience to be exasperating. I was uncomfortable talking to him -- not because I was nervous, but because I just did not want to talk to him. If being picked up means that I have to be subject to conversations with such weird people, I'd rather not ever be picked up ever again.
Being a spinster doesn't sound that bad anymore.
(Okay, I was watching KAT-TUN'S 2007 concert, "cartoon KAT-TUN II You," and Kamenashi Kazuya just took off his shirt. Hot damn. I'm not a seriously fan of his or of KAT-TUN, but he looks fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. Is it too much to ask for if someone has to pick me up, it should be someone as hot as Kamenashi Kazuya or maybe even Akanishi Jin?)
Oh, my God. I am a magnet for the crazies.
I was in the main library, innocently working on my laptop, in one of those corrals on the fifth floor. This late-twenties / early-thirties Asian guy enters the corral opposite of me and looks out the window. I didn't think much of it, since someone does that occasionally. That same guy asks me for the time not a minute later. It doesn't appear on my radar as anything strange since he goes away, but some time later, he approaches me and starts chatting me up.
What the what?
He asked what ethnicity I am, what I am doing, what school I go to, blah blah blah. Oh, my God. Someone please save me.
He also asked me whether he looks Chinese or not, talks about the homeless situation in San Francisco, tells me that he just got kicked out of his house, and oh, my God, I am going to break the window and jump out SOMEBODY PLEASE SAVE ME.
He asks for my name, and I said, "Jenny." (I was on J of my fake name list.) He also asked me for my phone number, because he wanted to go out and I didn't know how to say no. I gave him a fake number, since I have learned from my lesson the last time I gave a crazie my number.
Eventually, he left. All the while, I was nodding and smiling politely (read: weakly with a tremble in my lips).
Immediately afterward, I went online to get a Google Voice account. I feel terrible about giving out fake numbers, and it's kind of hard to make up believable fake numbers. With this Google Voice number, though, I can easily screen whoever the hell is calling without ever giving myself away.
When I stand back and try to look back at this from a different angle, he's not legitimately a crazie. I think he was just trying to pick me up -- in a very heavy-handed way that was also very very bad, because you do not tell a girl who you're trying to pick up that you just got kicked out of your house.
Overall, I found the experience to be exasperating. I was uncomfortable talking to him -- not because I was nervous, but because I just did not want to talk to him. If being picked up means that I have to be subject to conversations with such weird people, I'd rather not ever be picked up ever again.
Being a spinster doesn't sound that bad anymore.
(Okay, I was watching KAT-TUN'S 2007 concert, "cartoon KAT-TUN II You," and Kamenashi Kazuya just took off his shirt. Hot damn. I'm not a seriously fan of his or of KAT-TUN, but he looks fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. Is it too much to ask for if someone has to pick me up, it should be someone as hot as Kamenashi Kazuya or maybe even Akanishi Jin?)