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February 07, 2005
Second thoughts about desperate men in cars
Peter, like Elabeth and Alison, thinks that the lunch guy probably just sincerely wanted to have lunch with me and wasn't mistaking me for a prostitute. Maybe you guys are right. I'm just so used to being taken for a whore around here that I assumed that was it. Just so you guys know, I wasn't MEAN to the guy or anything, okay?
I really did look like a pig though, and it was 3:30 in the afternoon, a little late for lunch. Maybe he just wanted someone to go watch the American football match with, but if he did then I'm afraid he still picked the wrong girl.
Now THESE girls,
they look like the kind of girls you'd pick up on the street and take for "lunch", don't they? She's got her thumb out and everything.
I'm kind of sweet on the red pantsuit in the middle, but I think it would be nicer if the jumper and pants cuffs were plaid, like the Bay City Rollers.
Posted by jodi at February 7, 2005 07:30 PM | categories: dumbass : self-absorbtion
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OMFG.
Did I ever mention that I was a Rollermaniac?
::sigh:: Yes, I was. Looking at Les McKeown's site was kind of... well... creepy. I think, when I was 12, my taste was all in my mouth.
Posted by: Merouda at February 7, 2005 08:18 PM
Ah yes, but would he have stopped for them! Maybe he was just a genuine guy who took a shine to you and has admired you from afar for many months. He's spent the last week summoning up the courage to ask you out, saw you coming and told himself if he didn't do something about it now, then he would always regret it! Ok.....I like to dream that's how it happens anyway. Romance maybe dead but I'm trying, sigh....
Posted by: Tracy at February 8, 2005 06:22 AM
I'd still like to think he was a dirty whoremonger.
But that's just me.
Posted by: Christiane at February 8, 2005 08:02 AM
Tracy, what you describe sounds like a scary stalker situation to me. See, Hollywood has made us afraid of that kind of romance any more.
I think "john" is still my best guess, although I suppose he could have been innocently smitten, like in those old perfume commercials with the guys chasing women up escalators("when a strange man suddenly gives you flowers, that's Impulse!"). But you've gotta wonder at the guy's taste, really.
Posted by: jodi at February 8, 2005 10:34 AM
I also think he may have just been trying out a lame pick-up line. I live outside Boston now, but when I lived in Boston I used to get mistaken for a prostitute pretty often and they never, never bothered with pick-ups lines. That doesn't happen in Salem, but last fall a much younger guy tried to pick me up by first asking for directions, and then telling me I look like "a young Katherine Hepburn," and then asking me if I wanted to have coffee with him. Very funny! First of all I do not now nor have I ever looked like Katherine Hepburn. Second, he had some kids sleeping in the back set, big ones--8 or 10 yr size. Kinda odd to be picking up girls with the kids along. All my friends suggested that the kids were probably dead and just propped up to look asleep.
I like your blog...more interesting than the avarage knitting blog. I think I must have wandered over from Knitty. I wanna knit Mariah, but probably won't get to it for a while...
Posted by: Annika at February 9, 2005 10:48 AM