2005-03-17
hit on by man. yuck.
I got hit on by a very weird man today. He couldn't have been any younger than 26, Filipino, tall, but chunky. He had bangs.
My friend Candace and I had gone to DFS to see my dear Sister [no. 4024] after a long evening rollerblading/walking through Garapan. As we were about to leave, this man, whose name I soon discovered was Tony, came up to us. He seemed a bit bothered when he realized I didn't know his name. I never met him before. I thought he was coming to see my sister, as everyone did, but Candace and I both noticed he never made eye-contact with her while we were there. Or anyone, besides me for that matter. Apparently, he didn't know my sister very well, anyway -- he called her "Rosie."
He then started making small-talk with me. Now, I usually recognize when I'm getting hit on, but since this guy was going about in all the wrong ways, I guess I didn't pick up on it. He said my sister and I looked alike. ["Ah, I see the resemblance," he said. "There is none," I responded.] He then noticed our rollerblades, which we were carrying around using Candace's sweaty pink-and-black-striped socks. I shook his hand with my sweaty, rancid palms. He inquired about the rollerblades. He flicked his bangs while he did this.
"So, uh [hair flick], where did you get the rollerblades?"
"Um, Iowa. You can order them off the net."
I turned to leave. Candace followed suit. Then he stopped us again and asked about our facepaint. It was St. Patrick's Day, so Candace and I wore green-and-blue facepaint.
"That's like [hair flick] Braveheart, isn't it?"
"Yeah. We mooned a bunch of tourists earlier because they were laughing at us. It seemed only fitting."
Then we walked away. Quickly. It was too bad, too, because I wanted to loiter around DFS some more. Their A/C made my feet feel nice.
tipsydrunk at 10:48 p.m.
