There is this middle-aged black lady who I cross paths every week. It's been over a year now. We exchange small talk and what not. She is not hideous but she looks like Florida Evans from Good Times.
I don't really like to small talk but I just do it to be nice. In my mind, I want them to leave as quick as possible. Well, within the past couple months we exchanged the usual pleasantries. She asked if I had any plans for the weekend.
I answered her question, and then said, "what about you? Do you have a boyfriend?"
What I meant to imply was if she had a partner she was going to do something that weekend with. But she mistook that as my being interested. Now, every week she tells me how much she likes my hair, how she likes my beard, things like "you're looking good today." and "your hair is shining bright in this sun." And then stays a while longer to see if I ask her out, it seems.
Sometimes I get myself into trouble.
This happened over a year ago with the wrong woman, and it was a nightmare lol. I used to go to this Mexican restaurant on my lunch break. There was this woman working there every single time I went in. I did this for 3-5 months straight, and she was always working there waiting on me.
Well, one time I went there and she wasn't there. So, just to make friendly small talk, I asked the other employees, "ahh where's so-and-so? Not working today?" And they explained she was off that day for a meeting, or something.
Well, it had apparently gotten back to her that I asked where she was, and she mistook this as my being interested. And this lady was ugly - a meth head, no teeth, 60s, hillbilly, prison tattoos. Not exaggerating.
Then she started showing up to my work to make small talk. "Oh I was just in the area…" Then there was always awkward silence at the end where she'd stand there and wait, like I'm going to ask her out, give me a break.
She kept showing up to my job every day and I didn't have a heart to say, stop coming here. So when she'd come in I'd say I was really busy. I stopped going to the restaurant for lunch completely, and when she'd ask why I wasn't there, I'd say I wasn't feeling hungry.
Finally she said, "we should get coffee sometime." And I said…"uhhhh…. sure." Then awkward silence. Then she left. I think she finally got the hint after that. To this day, I never went back to that restaurant.
And then the countless middle-aged ogre gay guys who always try to ask questions to warrant if I'm gay or not so they can ask me to be in their butt orgy on a houseboat in the middle of a lake or whatever it is they do. Fuckkk offf.
I wish it were more good looking girls that would be this assertive. Like Zazie Beetz/Dove Cameron types.
Ever accidentally throw signals you're interested in someone, when you're not?
I don't really like to small talk but I just do it to be nice. In my mind, I want them to leave as quick as possible. Well, within the past couple months we exchanged the usual pleasantries. She asked if I had any plans for the weekend.
I answered her question, and then said, "what about you? Do you have a boyfriend?"
What I meant to imply was if she had a partner she was going to do something that weekend with. But she mistook that as my being interested. Now, every week she tells me how much she likes my hair, how she likes my beard, things like "you're looking good today." and "your hair is shining bright in this sun." And then stays a while longer to see if I ask her out, it seems.
Sometimes I get myself into trouble.
This happened over a year ago with the wrong woman, and it was a nightmare lol. I used to go to this Mexican restaurant on my lunch break. There was this woman working there every single time I went in. I did this for 3-5 months straight, and she was always working there waiting on me.
Well, one time I went there and she wasn't there. So, just to make friendly small talk, I asked the other employees, "ahh where's so-and-so? Not working today?" And they explained she was off that day for a meeting, or something.
Well, it had apparently gotten back to her that I asked where she was, and she mistook this as my being interested. And this lady was ugly - a meth head, no teeth, 60s, hillbilly, prison tattoos. Not exaggerating.
Then she started showing up to my work to make small talk. "Oh I was just in the area…" Then there was always awkward silence at the end where she'd stand there and wait, like I'm going to ask her out, give me a break.
She kept showing up to my job every day and I didn't have a heart to say, stop coming here. So when she'd come in I'd say I was really busy. I stopped going to the restaurant for lunch completely, and when she'd ask why I wasn't there, I'd say I wasn't feeling hungry.
Finally she said, "we should get coffee sometime." And I said…"uhhhh…. sure." Then awkward silence. Then she left. I think she finally got the hint after that. To this day, I never went back to that restaurant.
And then the countless middle-aged ogre gay guys who always try to ask questions to warrant if I'm gay or not so they can ask me to be in their butt orgy on a houseboat in the middle of a lake or whatever it is they do. Fuckkk offf.
I wish it were more good looking girls that would be this assertive. Like Zazie Beetz/Dove Cameron types.