No, really. Not interested.

[servalan]

This would have been a post about playing my guitar on the terrace of my building (much to the apparent enjoyment of the taxi corps at the hotel across the street), but it's not.

This is a post about how (as usual) I get hit on in the weirdest ways.

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[servalan]

You don't want this attention. Okay, fine. One of them would have been flattering. But two just made me wonder what I'd done to somehow get a slutty vibe. Plus, creepy!

That was my worst worry about Guy #2, actually, that he'd steal my phone. But I pushed that paranoia aside because I know that somedays I feel desperate enough to ask passers-by for their phone minutes. I thought I'd be nice. Hmph. That'll teach me.

[mirandolina]

Oh that is crazy! You really do have the wierdest luck with people hitting on you. I thought it was just a one time thing when you told that story on Valentine's but dang girl!

[servalan]

It's something about Long Beach, I swear!

**dies** This is the real reason Autumn keeps me around: to hear about the crazy men who think that it's a good idea to try and pick me up.

[perfcangel]

Haha, it totally is! Constant entertainment!