How Strangers Talk to Me
Given the fact that I’m routinely told that people’s first impression of me is ‘terrifying’ (and here I am just a snugly little panda), I am sometimes amazed by the things people to whom I haven’t even been introduced will say to me.
Will it surprise you to find out that there’s an example?
Perhaps it’s my penchant for dodgy karaoke bars, but here is an actual interaction I had last night:
Some Guy: Can I ask you a question?
Me: Sure.
Some Guy: You’re a pretty girl with nice boobies.
Me: That is… not a question.
Some Guy: Oh yeah. Can I try that again?
Me: By all means.
Some Guy: There’s a beautiful girl here with nice boobies.
Me: Yeah, still not a question.
He later informed me that I had a ‘nice ass’. It was also not in the form of a question.
A girl could want for a larger pool of adjectives.
I can’t decide if I’m a good feminist or a bad feminist for thinking this was a hilarious interaction. (I was more annoyed by the random who decided to play with my hair at one point - because, no touching).
So here’s the question - why do I appear to frighten those who wind up becoming my friends, whilst people I would never associate feel totally at ease with me?
Are you guys just masochists?
It’s my nice boobies, isn’t it? They’re so nice, it’s scary.
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July 14th, 2008 at 7:37 am
I like the reference to frightening those that later become your friends. You don’t scare me so much anymore.
July 14th, 2008 at 5:47 pm
you were doing karaoke with bill clinton?
July 14th, 2008 at 5:53 pm
Bill Clinton has more wit and charisma in one boobie-prodding pinkie than these guys had in their entire bodies.
But it kind of felt like it, yes.
As for you Jeremy, you just hated me for no reason. Very unkind.
July 16th, 2008 at 5:03 pm
He may have been rude, but at least he wasn’t a liar.
July 16th, 2008 at 6:15 pm
Gate, I sort of wish you lived in more terror of me. Also, long time, no email!