Dear Diary

There’s a First Time For Everything…


Today, I was walking back from work (experience) and the weirdest thing happened. Some guy was saying something to me so I took off my headphone to hear what he was saying.

In all honesty, I thought he was asking me for money or something and I was prepared to just ignore him, but I thought, ‘Nah, probably not a good idea.’

It turns out he was greeting me and he asked me about my day and while I responded with the normal polite responses most people would expect, I scanned his face for familiarity.

Maybe I know this guy… He must be someone I haven’t seen in a long time. I mean he’s black (albeit fair-skinned) so probably, if he’s talking to me with such familiarity.

Eventually I gave up and asked him in the most genuine voice I could muster (and I was being genuine):

“Do I know you?”

I didn’t. He was just some random guy who was talking to me… and wanted my number.


It finally clicked- this guy was hitting on me!

God I felt dumb. But I also felt panicky. This had never happened to me before. I asked him how old he was and he told me he was 27. I told him I was 19 and he said it’s fine that I’m not a baby. Still, it didn’t sit quite well with me. I’ve never gone out with anyone or kissed anyone or whatever and to exchange numbers with some smooth talking man 8 years older than me? Pass. I mean maybe I’d consider if he was a woman. I admit I’m more likely to trust a woman than a man. Yes, it is a biased opinion. Yes, it is informed on my prejudices.

Bite me.

But, hey, you know, men are, on average, much stronger than women, so I’m gonna stick with my gut on this one. He also didn’t look that trustworthy, but that could just be me being paranoid. I am a pretty paranoid person.

I don’t even know why he hit on me. I’ve gone out the house looking way more attractive than I did today. I mean, I just came back from work. I was tired. My hair was messy.

I don’t get it.


But yeah… I think I’m gonna avoid exchanging numbers with random men more than 5 years older than me. At least not while I’m still basically a teenager.




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