Sweet, Dark and Crazy

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Seriously,…

One benefit of working from home is that I control my schedule, so I can make a Wal-Mart run in the middle of the afternoon, which is what I did the other day. I had on my little exercise pants, coordinating t-shirt and baseball hat and was rocking some cute earrings and light make-up. I was more casual than business but still looked presentable … and dare I say, a little cute.

I’m running through frozen food when this man approaches me trying to holla. He had long hair that could have made a 2 foot afro but he had it pulled back into a sloppy pony tail, with a dirty white t-shirt and some old-ass track pants. He looked like he needed a shower.

And yet, here he was, tryin’ to holla.

Really?

Seriously?

I’m not saying that I’m all that but damn … I do need a man that has some regular hygiene about him. It is incredible to me that men will always try to holla.

That evening, it was a little cooler than usual, so I decided to go for a walk … as in walking for exercise. I’m headed back home, enjoying my walk and jamming to my MP3 player when I car pulls along side of me.

It’s an African dude. I knew it when I saw him. African dudes ALWAYS try to talk to me. This isn’t a good or a bad thing, simply a thing. Anyway, I was wearing a fitted t-shirt with two words on it. You’d have thought the damn shirt had two paragraphs of single-spaced, 8-point font the way he stared at my chest the entire time he tried to talk to me.

If that wasn’t enough, as we finished talking, this fool tried to hug me.

I told him to back up. He said he just wanted a hug, I told him I was sweaty and that, and this is the important part, I DON’T KNOW YOU. So he continued on his way and about 10 minutes later, I see him again and he asks if I need a ride. Need a ride? I’m walking. For Exercise. Doesn’t that sort of defeat the purpose?

Geez!

Labels: Men, Rant

posted by SDC @ 11:38 AM

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