Not sure if it was the quick change in my car (maybe he has special vision where he can see through the tint) or maybe it was just me but I climbed out of the back seat and it came a me quickly. All black, my usual crazy curls, sprayed some Gucci. Simple and well made. I turn to ask him for the location of the club room, because he looked like he worked there. Now that I know he gave me the wrong location, I’m thinking he was a contractor.
He asked me where I was from and what I was doing. So being me, I told him. What’s the harm, I need to get where I need to get. Then this….
“Did you come with your husband?”
“You’re asking he wrong question. You really want to know if I have a husband and the answer is no.”
“You are so beautiful and I want a girlfriend.” (Spanish accent).
“Thank you but I don’t want a boyfriend.”
Blows kisses and keeps saying how beautiful I am and OMGs…flattery. Wish I fell for that stuff. He actually seemed genuine and I’ll admit not at all bad looking.
Because I know I’m rough and blunt in a world of whatevers, I say to him. Maybe I’ll see you another time. I visit kind of often. He had a big smile.
I said thank you and proceeded to stealthily move around the building for the surprise party.
I’m a bitch. No cat calls. No kisses. Barely take compliments and I draw circles around me and tell people do not enter. People mistake it for a challenge but it’s not.