Wednesday, August 30, 2006

"Do you have any kids?"

Oh good! Picked up by another man, though this time on my way to work this morning.

"Good morning, miss." It's one of the carwash guys that I usually walk past. They like to ogle me -- probably because of my spectacular badonkadonk. Sometimes they say hi and I manage a response in that very flat non-commital way that says that I'm polite enough to say something back, but I'll be going now. Normally I have my iPod on and ignore them, but not this morning.

I turn around. "Good morning." I'm all flat and non-commital and continue on my way.

"I've been watching you." This said not as a threat, but as an acknowledgement of my apparent beauty. He starts to follow me as I round the corner towards Flatbush Avenue. "What's your name?"

"Rouge." This is awkward and I just want to be left alone, but I'm a nice person. I don't feel threatened, just inconvenienced. If he told me his name, I don't remember it.

"Are you on your way to work?" He continues to follow me.


"I change oil at the carwash over there. What do you do?"

"I'm an art director."

"Do you live around here?"

"Just over on Xxxx Street.

"Are you married or have a boyfriend?"

"Yes -- I mean I have a boyfriend."

"I see." He looks me up and down like I'm Thanksgiving dinner. "How old are you?"

"I'll be 28 in November."

"Any kids?"

"Oh god, no."

"Alright. Alright." He looks me up and down again. Apparently I've been saying all the right things -- young, hot, employed, no babies, and no baby daddies. We're at the corner now. "So I'll see you around, right?"

"Um, okay. I have a boyfriend, you know."

"I don't bite," he says with a smile.

Well thank fuck for that. I'm this close to shaving off all my hair and dressing in combat fatigues and a t-shirt that says, "Dyke."


Anonymous said...

Did you REALLY tell this strange man your name and where you live?

nycrouge said...

Yes I told him my name. I didn't give him specifics about where I live -- nothing that he couldn't have figured out from watching me cross the street every morning.

I will be now walking to the other subway entrance.

SavvySunshine said...

You do that whole, "I've got a boyfriend" thing, too? My girl gets so mad at me, telling me that it would all just stop if I told them I was gay, which she then follows up with, don't bother telling them I'm gay, because guys get off on that. What's a confused bisexual to do?



nycrouge said...

It's a dilemma. I don't want to give the dude the satisfaction of knowing I'm gay nor do I want him to know in case he's hostile. Doesn't hurt to say I have a boyfriend nor does it mean that I am ashamed of telling someone that I am.

tec said...

I disagree with your girlfriend, Sunshine. In my experience, telling them you're gay only encourages them. I think in their delusional, feeble minds, they actually see it as an opportunity for a three-way. Gag.

That said, Rouge - next time tell that creep to fuck off... and carry some mace.