Brown Girl in London

Busted

I won't rehash the entire conversation here but I got caught yesterday on my way home on the train. I had to sit through a tedious 30 minute one-sided conversation - sure I could've participated but I wasn't giving anything up - not one iota of encouragement. The girl in front of me just had to get off the train early and leave it open for anyone to come sit there - but in most cases no one does - but no, this guy, he must've seen me and was just itching to switch seats. Here's a few snippets...

Esmer: You going to Milton? (forget the fake names)
Me: No, Meadowvale.
Esmer: You live in Milton?
Me: YES.

Esmer: I take the Go Bus sometimes.
Me: Oh.
Esmer: Do you take the Go Bus?
Me: No.
Esmer: Why? Are you afraid of it?
Me: No. I. Drive. (And I was annoyed here because who is afraid of the Go Bus? And asking me that is clearly an indication that he thinks I'm some shy, timid little girl. Clearly.)

Esmer: Do you mind me talking to you?
Me: No (I know I know, why did I lie? But there are people sitting right beside us and I would feel bad to say "Get away you annoying punk" because then it would be embarassing for him to have to get up, walk over all the people and down the crowded aisle, all eyes watching him, and go find another seat that is not facing me, or in a more dramatic fashion, leaving the car entirely.)
Esmer: Because you don't say anything. You don't ask me any questions.
Me: That's just the way I am. (Slowly and enunciating each word.)

Esmer: You should go to my country. (And he says this in what I can only assume is his attempt at "sexy", he narrows his eyes and drops his unusually high voice for a guy his age. Bleah, it makes my stomach turn. And I have 2 stops to go before I can get away.)
Me: Hmm.
Esmer: Dominican Republic. Have you heard of it? Do you know where it is?
Me: Yes. (I suppose not saying anything equals stupidity to this guy. It just reveals his ego, because if the roles were reversed and I was asking him all these questions and he was giving me one-word answers, then I'd know that he's just not into me! But no, he thinks I don't know where the DR is. What the hell!)

Esmer: Do you know how old I am?
Me: No.
Esmer: Can I tell you?
Me: Ok.
Esmer: I'm 28.
Me: Ok.
Esmer: Would you be afraid to tell me your age? (See, evidence to my earlier assumption that he's a big jerk.)
Me: No.
Esmer: How old are you?
Me: 27.
Esmer: Are you married?
Me: No. (And his eyes light up! I'm not being conceited people, they did, that's the whole purpose of this damn conversation, he's looking for a girl and I'm the unlucky target.)

Finally the announcement for Meadowvale is made. I'm almost free. But not yet...

Esmer: Can you do me a favour? I'm going to give you my phone number and you can call me.
Me: Ummm.
Esmer: It's okay, I know girls don't give out their numbers. But you will make me very happy if you call me.
Me: Ummm.
Esmer: Even if you don't have anything to say. I will do all the talking. Here.
Me: Hmmm. Gotta go - bye.

So I will find a new car to sit in, starting tonight. That's my first step. If I am caught again, well at that point, I will tell him that he has to go away, leave me alone, and never talk to me again. And I'll do it, I promise.

posted by RC @ 11:03 AM