Talking to Strangers
Dec. 24th, 2004 10:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikGoing places with Masha is more trouble than it's worth. First you wait for her for like half an hour, being talked at by an almost certainly sober 30yrold aboriginal artist who wishes everyone merry christmas and claims that people are friendlier in the country. Then you get introduced to a friend of hers who keeps trying to hug you creepily, and who later turns out to be not exactly a friend but actually a friend of her boyfriends, well no actually she only met him today, but like so? Then you make a small detour to PUNCHBOWL cos she wants to buy some "gear" off some guy who never turns up, and you sit on a porch in punchbowl primary school for an hour before giving up and leaving.
And then my parents rang, so I went home, catching a 343 which turns out to take a bit of a longer route than expected to get to kingsford, and then hung around the kingsford bus stop for fifteen minutes while a DEFINITELY drunk random guy asked me how to read the bus timetable and then called me Lois Lane and made sggestive comments about phone boxes.
What was it with yesterday and the kind of guys people tell you not to talk to? Was my shirt too seethrough? I've worn it before and I didn't get leered at by randoms! Or did I? Not that I noticed... shit.
And then my parents rang, so I went home, catching a 343 which turns out to take a bit of a longer route than expected to get to kingsford, and then hung around the kingsford bus stop for fifteen minutes while a DEFINITELY drunk random guy asked me how to read the bus timetable and then called me Lois Lane and made sggestive comments about phone boxes.
What was it with yesterday and the kind of guys people tell you not to talk to? Was my shirt too seethrough? I've worn it before and I didn't get leered at by randoms! Or did I? Not that I noticed... shit.
