Mood: errr…
I was on my way home from an extremely tiring Wednesday. My body was aching in several places and every step was a humongous effort. I was dragging my feet and climbed on the first jeepney I could find. I could have taken the Fx and walked a shorter distance but I was running reeeeally low on cash so I walked all the way to Shaw. HAH!
Anyway, there was this man. He can’t be younger than 30 no older than 45. He obviously came from work as well and he was chinito (ugh). He pointed at my watch and asked for the time and from there came a barrage of questions like where did I graduate from, what year, was I working already… general stuff like that. I was evading most of his questions so he started saying how good my glasses looked on me and how I can last long in my job because I was a Thomasian. (Apparently he was from UST too)
I ended up giving him curt smiles as a reply. And then he asked for a calling card. I said no. And then he asked for my number and I said “I don’t know what my number is” With what knowledge I have of men, they’re suckers for a challenge. If I say no, I’d probably be bombarded with more cocky questions.
All the while that this was happening, I was checking my bag if a hand was already reaching in and slashing it. It didn’t occur to me that the dude was hitting on me. I was thinking that this was some kind of new modus operandi to get my stuff without me knowing. So I was constantly patting the sides of my bag and smiling curtly as a reply to the things he said. Some of which I couldn’t understand anymore.
He said something about wanting to see me again and I think I said, “Wag na po”
Then he kept repeating about wanting to see me again until he got off the jeep.
Freaky.
Anyway, I think I really should learn how to act like a bitch sometimes. Ugh. I always have trouble with that. I find it hard to say no (yes, I can be quite the doormat) and if I can, I usually like to handle things on my own rather than asking someone to do it for me. Ugghhh. That’s why these things happen. When strangers attempt to start a conversation with me, I ALWAYS reply. Not eagerly but I guess a simple reply is all they really need to get the ball rolling. Meh.
I have to learn how to be a bitch sometimes.
touch it?
4 responses so far ↓
Kaith // January 29, 2009 at 9:02 am
that was freaky! he sounded like a creep, juicing you for answers when apparently, you weren’t interested. but i find it hard to be a bitch to strangers who feel friendly-friendly too. especially in these times when an innocent, irritated remark could get you dead. you just don’t know what these people are thinking.
sorbetera // January 29, 2009 at 9:10 am
Exactly what was going on in my mind Kaith!!! REALLY! I was also kind of scared of telling him off because I was thinking he was out to mug me or something and he had accomplices. XD He might do some crazy shit if I make him mad LOL You never know these days -___-
Kosa // January 29, 2009 at 10:42 am
Maybe you can do what I do. Use the “silent treatment”. I find that it works wonders with strangers. But maybe that works because I appear “approachable” Hahaha
heidelicious // January 29, 2009 at 9:54 pm
try getting an ipod or just any mp3 player. stuck the earphones in your ears on your way home and you’ll never be bothered again by strangers!