Some fat, black guy tried to hit on me yesterday while I was moving, tired, and cranky... not to mention, I probably looked like hell froze over at the time. Here's how it happened:
"Excuse me, Miss."
"Yes?" Why would anyone stop me if they didn't have a good reason to?
"What's your name?"
"Vone."
"Are you married?" whaaaaaat? is he serious????
"Yes." Lie #1
"How many years you been married?"
"Five." Showed him five fingers. FIVE. Get the picture, punk. Anyway, Lie #2.
He does a double take like he couldn't believe it. I start walking away.
He yells, grinning simultaneously, "Are you happy?"
I glance over my shoulder, "Yeah!" Semi-lie: I'm happy, just not married.
Got back to my apartment. Decided to take a break so I wouldn't have to run into him again.
Anyway, I was so proud of myself for actually lying that I texted some of my friends about it.
Stupid man.
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