men are from where again?
i used to have a habit of having weird random men experiences. mostly they were amusing, some though i was very lucky to come away from in one piece. they stopped a couple of years ago, about the time i stopped being so naive and also when i stopped being able to fit into my array of little tops.
today i was walking home from northfield (birmingham home) and when i was passing the swimming baths i met a random weird man. the conversation went thus:
“hello”
“hi”
“hey, stop. didn’t you hear me say hello?”
“oh yes, i said hi back”
“so…how old are you?”
“24″
“where are you going?”
“home for dinner”
“what are you doing later”
“don’t know, hadn’t thought about it yet”
“do you have a boyfriend?”
“yes. i get married in 2 months”
“oh. do you want a bit of extra stuff on the side?”
“erm…no.”
“aww why not?”
“i’m not that kind of girl.”
“there’s no harm in it.”
“i really must be getting on now”
“i like your arse”
“oh…thank you.”
yey, i still have it. i can still attract freaky men.
hmmm.
