This just happened in the grocery store:
I've gathered a basket full of healthy-ish foods, but I somehow find myself staring through the heavenly glass doors in the ice cream aisle. As I try to make an intelligent choice of what I'm willing to spend on this guaranteed regret of a purchase, an older, graying man walks by. I see him out of my periphery and automatically shift aside to let him pass. But then he stops. Turns around. I glance up at him and he is completely checking me out. Doing a full up and down with his eyes and head. His gaze finally rests on my chest. I get uncomfortable. Let me correct myself; I get MORE uncomfortable. Then he talks.
He finally walks away.
What baffles me most about this encounter is that I look like this right now (courtesy of my phone).
I haven't even showered today! Greasy hair poking out of my hat, no make-up on, 2 days worth of hair growth on my legs. And yes, I'm wearing shorts. I mean, gross, right?
Only thing I can think how to make sense of this is that this man is black. Yes, it makes a difference. The black men hit on me a lot. It's because of my lower level. The junk in my trunk. Yes, this baby got back.
Ice cream time!
I've gathered a basket full of healthy-ish foods, but I somehow find myself staring through the heavenly glass doors in the ice cream aisle. As I try to make an intelligent choice of what I'm willing to spend on this guaranteed regret of a purchase, an older, graying man walks by. I see him out of my periphery and automatically shift aside to let him pass. But then he stops. Turns around. I glance up at him and he is completely checking me out. Doing a full up and down with his eyes and head. His gaze finally rests on my chest. I get uncomfortable. Let me correct myself; I get MORE uncomfortable. Then he talks.
Man: You a par uh dat?
Me: (As I look down at my shirt - it's my DC Triathlon shirt) Oh, yeah. I participated a few weeks ago.
Man: I betcha did. (more up and down eye & head movement) You win?
Me: (Awkwardly chuckling) No, I didn't win.
Man: Mmmm. You look like you win. Yeah (again, checking me out). You look like it.
Me: (grossed out and offering another awkward laugh) I'm a good poser.
He finally walks away.
What baffles me most about this encounter is that I look like this right now (courtesy of my phone).
I haven't even showered today! Greasy hair poking out of my hat, no make-up on, 2 days worth of hair growth on my legs. And yes, I'm wearing shorts. I mean, gross, right?
Only thing I can think how to make sense of this is that this man is black. Yes, it makes a difference. The black men hit on me a lot. It's because of my lower level. The junk in my trunk. Yes, this baby got back.
Ice cream time!
1 comment:
OH my gosh I had to read this out loud to Jacob, we have been cracking up about it. What and awesomely awkward encounter! I"m so glad you've documented this!
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