you want me to...what?!
And so, we come to my first post of something truly disturbing happening to me. Straight out of Twilight Zone. I kid you not.
I'm standing in the student lounge, about to go to class, minding my own business, and this lady walks straight up to me and asks me a question. Now, I was listening to a conversation at the time, so I didn't understand the question, but she had already struck a weird note with me--she was standing a little too close for comfort, and she was striking in appearance. Not in a way of beauty or not, but someone that arrests your attention by their manner and their look. She was about 5'9", pale, nearly black shoulder-length hair, round heavy black glasses, and too-red lipstick. So, figuring she was asking for directions since I didn't recognize her, I stood up straight and asked her what she had said.
"What's your height?" she said again.
...........?! Not the question I was expecting.
"6'2"" I replied.
She proceeds to tell me that she's a scout for a Denver-based modeling agency, and would I be interested in that kind of work?
I was totally taken aback, probably said NO a little too much in the tone of "Why the hell are you asking me this, Lady?" and she walked off without another word.
WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! is the best summary of that thought I had.
I spent a little while being flabbergasted that that had just happened, then I forgot about it for a bit, and then I was disturbed and angry about it, and not entirely sure why. And now...now it's kind of funny, but I still feel a little abused. Crazy witch of a woman...
In other news the orchestra concert was awesome. Brahms 2 was a lot of fun. Will be tomorrow as well, when we play it at Legacy High School.
I'm standing in the student lounge, about to go to class, minding my own business, and this lady walks straight up to me and asks me a question. Now, I was listening to a conversation at the time, so I didn't understand the question, but she had already struck a weird note with me--she was standing a little too close for comfort, and she was striking in appearance. Not in a way of beauty or not, but someone that arrests your attention by their manner and their look. She was about 5'9", pale, nearly black shoulder-length hair, round heavy black glasses, and too-red lipstick. So, figuring she was asking for directions since I didn't recognize her, I stood up straight and asked her what she had said.
"What's your height?" she said again.
...........?! Not the question I was expecting.
"6'2"" I replied.
She proceeds to tell me that she's a scout for a Denver-based modeling agency, and would I be interested in that kind of work?
I was totally taken aback, probably said NO a little too much in the tone of "Why the hell are you asking me this, Lady?" and she walked off without another word.
WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! is the best summary of that thought I had.
I spent a little while being flabbergasted that that had just happened, then I forgot about it for a bit, and then I was disturbed and angry about it, and not entirely sure why. And now...now it's kind of funny, but I still feel a little abused. Crazy witch of a woman...
In other news the orchestra concert was awesome. Brahms 2 was a lot of fun. Will be tomorrow as well, when we play it at Legacy High School.