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8 August On the van last night, the guy sitting in the seat next to me tried to pick me up. We switched seats because I was cold and he was hot and the air was blowing on me, and I basically had to climb over his lap in order to do the switching, and he blatantly grabbed my ass, then apologized for doing so, and I told him that I was sure it was an accident. "I'll bet your other half wouldn't appreciate that I did that!" and I thought that my other half couldn't give a shit whether random strangers grabbed my ass, and were my other half and I actually talking to each other right now, I would tell him the story and we both would laugh, but I just said, "No, he wouldn't."
It is sort of interesting, the attention I am getting from strangers these days. It's not as though I've lost enough weight for that to be the reason, I'll have to lose a great deal more to affect the male population in a positive way, but barely a day goes by without some kind of approach from someone, and it used to happen once a month at most, and often it would have to do with my hair when it was pink. Both Omar and Tracing, though, have said that it's because I really do seem different than I used to be, more open, more alive. I used to look closed off, unapproachable, but now I look like a person who, well, it's possible to pick up. I'm sure it helps that I dress a little differently, I'm not trying to hide myself as I used to, but it's the other thing more than that. And of course, he's the reason that I'm different, he has changed me. No matter what, I'm a better person for loving him.
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