travels

overheard by someone else on the ttc, 3AM:

dude walks on the bus, i know right away, my spidey sense is tingling, sure enough he says he's met me before. mm hmm.

i squint at him and look confused because i remember everything and know i have not met this person before.

"Do you hang out in this neighbourhood often?"

"Not really..."

...silence for a minute or so...

"You're a very pretty girl."

"Thank you..."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" (mm hmm)

"Yep."

"Guess I'm out of luck then, huh?"

"Yeah."

...silence for three minutes, he opens his book and pretends to read things inside, i snoop his eyes because i know he isn't reading shit but thinking of what to say next...

"Are you Spanish?"

"Nope."

"Indian? Italian?"

"Nope."

"Where are you from?"

"My family is from Trinidad."

"Ahh..." (muttering and he turns around again...)

Then fucking finally it was my stop. Oddly enough, another coincidence, lisa and i were discussing this exact thing earlier in the evening. some guys don't seem to get it- it's 3AM, i am tired and a girl traveling alone, if i am non-responsive it's because i don't want to invite potential creeps into my space right about now (or ever), and i just want to go home. I don't like being rude, but jesus take a hint.

like i said last night, it's like those people who stop in the middle of doorways 'cause they remembered something at the last minute- it's not intentional that you're being a dick, but for fuck's sake THINK BEFORE YOU ACT... come on. just two seconds of thought. one? half? anything... the world will take anything...