Wednesday, March 10, 2010

creeptastic

Today was a good day. I had a great morning workout, I kicked ass in a couple of meetings and then I decided to treat myself to a large, delicious, and overpriced salad at Sebastians. I was minding my own business, just reading my book when all of a sudden something caught my eye. I looked up and there was a man standing to my left. Staring at me. And then out of nowhere he reached out his hand and tried to touch my hair while saying "Pretty hair. Is it a perm?". I gathered my belongings as quickly as I could and moved to another table.


Male gender, I am quickly losing faith in you...

6 comments:

Nik said...

NOT OK!!!!

Elliott said...

Vague, much? 'Man', of undetermined age, hygiene, employment and social status. Computer geek? Homeless septuagenarian? Sebastians bus boy?

I don't like being lumped willy-nilly into a 3-billion-plus collection, that's a big jump from creepy hair-fetishists. I'm sure there are only 1.5 billion of those...

AuntBT said...

Wow, that is not cool!!!

j. said...

sorry elliott - next time a man is creeping over my shoulder i'll make sure to get a REAALLY good look at him instead of getting the hell away from him. i did notice a mess of frizzy hair and coke-bottle glasses. and a general air of creepiness.

Charlotte said...

WOW... that's just... wow. i can't believe you didn't continue the conversation :p

seriously, what outcome could he possibly expect with that kind of introduction?!

i love the word "perm" though. not one you hear everyday :)

j. said...

charlotte - i agree with the "wow" sentiment. i mean, who the HELL DOES THAT?

and i agree, the word perm should be used more often these days!