I Think a Girl Hit On Me Today
I went to the hair salon tonight and was waiting for my appointment. It's important to the story, and that's why I'm telling you I was wearing cordoroy pants, a t-shirt, and Asics.
Two girls, who seemed very into each other, were sitting across from me. It seemed like they were friends with one of the hairdressers. After a couple of minutes, one of the girls caught my eye and smiled. So I smiled back.
A while later, one of the girls got up and walked away. That's when the other one asked me what struck me as a weird question:
Potential Lesbian: Do you run cross-country?
Green Yogurt Who Is Not Gay, Not That There's Anything Wrong With That: Nooo...
PL: Oh, because you're wearing exactly what I used to wear when I ran.
GY: Oh. Nah, I just threw on something comfortable.
PL: Yeah, that's the only part of running I miss - the comfortable clothes. Soo.... you don't run?
GY: No
Okay, do I *LOOK* like the type of person who's a cross country runner? I don't even know what it MEANS to run cross country! Every time I've crossed the country I've flown. What on earth would make someone look at me and think I might be some sort of fancy runner? I can barely run after a moving ice-cream truck.
Which is why I think maybe she was hitting on me. Because why else would she strike up such a weird conversation. Of course, I could be wrong. In which case I think she's just a little stupid. Not only for looking at me and thinking I'm a runner, but who the hell would wear cordoroy pants to go running?
I told a friend about this, and she suggested that perhaps while both girls were lesbians, they might have just been friends with each other. That would make me feel better - I would like to think the one girl talking to me was not being disrespectful of her relationship with the other girl. I was just happy my friend didn't laugh at the idea of someone hitting on me.
Two girls, who seemed very into each other, were sitting across from me. It seemed like they were friends with one of the hairdressers. After a couple of minutes, one of the girls caught my eye and smiled. So I smiled back.
A while later, one of the girls got up and walked away. That's when the other one asked me what struck me as a weird question:
Potential Lesbian: Do you run cross-country?
Green Yogurt Who Is Not Gay, Not That There's Anything Wrong With That: Nooo...
PL: Oh, because you're wearing exactly what I used to wear when I ran.
GY: Oh. Nah, I just threw on something comfortable.
PL: Yeah, that's the only part of running I miss - the comfortable clothes. Soo.... you don't run?
GY: No
Okay, do I *LOOK* like the type of person who's a cross country runner? I don't even know what it MEANS to run cross country! Every time I've crossed the country I've flown. What on earth would make someone look at me and think I might be some sort of fancy runner? I can barely run after a moving ice-cream truck.
Which is why I think maybe she was hitting on me. Because why else would she strike up such a weird conversation. Of course, I could be wrong. In which case I think she's just a little stupid. Not only for looking at me and thinking I'm a runner, but who the hell would wear cordoroy pants to go running?
I told a friend about this, and she suggested that perhaps while both girls were lesbians, they might have just been friends with each other. That would make me feel better - I would like to think the one girl talking to me was not being disrespectful of her relationship with the other girl. I was just happy my friend didn't laugh at the idea of someone hitting on me.
Labels: People watching
posted by Green at 11/14/2007 10:16:00 PM
2 Comments:
I'm just guessing, but I imagine running in cordoroy would generate enough (static) electricity to power a small apartment. (Not that there is anything wrong with THAT)
LOL!!! silliyak :D
Years ago, when hubby and I were dating, my best friends boyfriend was living in a rooming house for a couple months while he went to college. Everyone got along great and one girl there especially. I felt like I had known her forever.
She called me her "soulmate" Which I laughingly agreed with.
Because I am oblivious to anything that isn't spelled out for me, I was the only one there who didn't realize she was a lesbian (not that there is anything wrong with that ;)) Just me and her were in the kitchen, drinking(drunk) and chatting, when she said its too bad you're taken, which I thought was an odd thing to say, but I laughed and said some flip thing about bf being away for a couple weeks and this Cat was going to play.
Next thing I knew I am pinned in the corner with this girl giving me a massive liplock and feeling me up. I kept trying to push her away, shes telling me she loves me.
I fall all over myself apologizing, telling her I only liked her as a friend, I didn't know she was gay, that I wasn't gay, I liked guys, and on and on and on. I felt horrible, Did I lead her on? was it my fault? Even now I still feel guilty for hurting her.
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