For my first tale, allow me to regale you with the story of the Parking Lot Holla. Now, just to clarify, people, men in this instance, tend to regard me as a, and I quote "halfway decent lookin' woman". I tend to be pretty psyched about this in general, and on occasion wear clothes to celebrate this fact. On one such occasion, I was walking to use my nearby branch of public transit, carrying a giant gift-wrapped package. During this trek, I cut through a parking lot that services a ghetto clothing wholesale store and a now defunct safeway. So, at this point, I'm truckin' along, listening to some music, etc. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a large black SUV cutting though the parking lot, somewhat towards me. I don't think much of it, keep walking, boppin' to my tunes.
Then I hear, "Scuse me Miss," and I try the ignore. No dice.
" Scuse me Miss, I saw you walkin' when you were down on the street...( at this point I'm like what? Can I go now? Who are you ? and then he finishes up with:) and I was wondering if there was any way we could keep in touch?"
"Well, you could come and try to hit me up in the ghetto safeway parking lot again sometime," I say.
At this point he says 'scuse me' again in a confused way. He continues to try and seal the deal.
" I mean, isn't there any way for us to keep in touch, email?" he suggests.
His final attempt was asking if I wanted a ride to the metro. I thought to myself, I would get in that car only if I wanted my friends and relatives to be looking for my remains later.
Here's my problem with all of this. Did this guy feel like this strategy would work? How is is that normal looking guys, with or without giant black SUV's, don't come up to me in, say, a social situation like a bar and ask for my number, but some random guy who has never seen me before and is just driving along the freakin road will go out of his way to offer me a ride to the metro when it's not all that far away.
Normal guys, feel free to respond here.
No comments:
Post a Comment