Hey Blonde Girl
While walking late at night, the only thing yelling “Hey blonde girl” at me is going to get you is a post on this site.
Not in a million.
Following
Apparently Facebook messages has a spam filter… and I just found a whole lot of goodness it was hiding from me.
No mutual friends.
No similar interest.
How the hell did you find me?
Sorry, not in a million.
While walking late at night, the only thing yelling “Hey blonde girl” at me is going to get you is a post on this site.
Not in a million.
So yes, maybe I did approve the comment but that doesn’t make it less toolish.
Thanks for calling me pretty but I won’t be replying yes. Not in a million…
@danidotnoah
HIM: I’ll be all over that like a pickle on a poodle…
Me: Say what? (Scratching head)
I think he meant to say a pitbull on a poodle but beer changed the terms of disclosure.
So yesterday afternoon I did my usual grocery shopping. While walking home I cut through the parking lot and had the creepiest convo I have had in a long time. It went like this:
Lurker: Hey!
Me: Hi.
Lurker: You want to get married?
Me: Um, no thank you.
Lurker: Why not?
Me: I’m already married.
Lurker: Why are you married?
Me: Because I love my husband?
Lurker: You been married very long?
Me: Yes.
Lurker: How long?
Me: Long enough.
I quickened my pace and the lurker mutters, “well thanks anyway”.
NOT IN A MILLION. I filed this under creep and told the husband in case I come up missing sometime soon.
*I must note this guy was by no means flirting, it was the most uncomfortable I have been in a very long time.