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neither money nor sex
Apr. 15th, 2008 01:29 pmIn Boston, if a car pulls up next to me and the driver rolls down his window, I can bet I'm about to get asked for directions. In Dallas, in the same situation, I can be equally sure I'm going to be propositioned for sexual acts. I figure the rarity of seeing someone shapely, well-dressed, and on foot is exceptional enough to give me irresistably sexy mystique. I am used to this, since I grew up in Oak Cliff - an area sometimes called "the barrio," amusingly feared by residents of the Northern suburbs.
Today, as I was walking to the nearby Mexican grocer (huge bag overflowing with local produce = $12 :: r0x0r), looking fairly Desperately Seeking Susan, a man pulled up next to me and rolled down his windows. He started talking to me in noisy Spanish. AND HE ASKED FOR DIRECTIONS TO CENTRAL EXPRESSWAY. And I told him, and it was great. Then he told me I was very beautiful and asked if I wanted a ride anywhere, which I have decided to interpret as fraternal gratitude, particularly since when I said no thank you, he waved and drove off in the way my directions told him to.
The alternate conclusion is that I have found a clothing style which pinpoints my intelligence as exactly smart enough to know how to get places but not smart enough to know not to climb into cars with strange men.
In either case, I purchased marvelous hot sauce and intend to make eggs immediately.
Today, as I was walking to the nearby Mexican grocer (huge bag overflowing with local produce = $12 :: r0x0r), looking fairly Desperately Seeking Susan, a man pulled up next to me and rolled down his windows. He started talking to me in noisy Spanish. AND HE ASKED FOR DIRECTIONS TO CENTRAL EXPRESSWAY. And I told him, and it was great. Then he told me I was very beautiful and asked if I wanted a ride anywhere, which I have decided to interpret as fraternal gratitude, particularly since when I said no thank you, he waved and drove off in the way my directions told him to.
The alternate conclusion is that I have found a clothing style which pinpoints my intelligence as exactly smart enough to know how to get places but not smart enough to know not to climb into cars with strange men.
In either case, I purchased marvelous hot sauce and intend to make eggs immediately.
