Hubby started having problems with his laptop last night and had a lot of work to do. Hard drive was spinning and causing everything to move slow. He needs a new laptop anyway. I was up really late sort of keeping him company (I couldn't fall asleep with him in the other room typing anyway).Today I am very tired. He still has his work to do. After work, we take the metro to the mac store to get a new laptop for him. He wants anti-glare screen, not glossy. We purchase and leave. didn't check the box. We get home, he opens the box and "*&$#%, this is glossy." I'm already in my D&G catsuit lounging out because it's so comfy. I don't want to put something different on, but I need to cover it up a bit. I have an old Victoria's secret keywhole pantsuit that I threw over it with a little black jacket, so my whole outfit is really stretchy and then the only boots I have that are high heel enough to deal with the length of th VS pants are my bronze stuart weitzman crushables, which are only really visible at a bit of the toe because the VS pants are so long. I throw on a dark green courdouroy hat. I feel a little dark, so I grab a red patent leather bag and throw a colorful bracelet on. We head out. I realize, crossing the street that my pants are still really too long. He says he'll go without me, it's okay. I say okay, and head back to the apartment hoping concierge is still sitting there. Here's where it gets awful.
A young, heavyset man says, wow, black really suits you, you look nice. I say thank you, but I don't make eye contact. I feel like it's rude and would probably embarass him with his friend there if I ignore him. I know I am in trouble when he says "wow, she actually responded to me." the other guy says, yeah... uh, she's married. And I just kind of look at them exasperated because I'm really tired and I was just trying to be polite. My concierge isn't there, so I wait in the airlock. I feel like I'm not in a good position, so I kind of hide in the airlock. The heavyset guy actually opens the door to the airlock. I say, dude, thank you, but you've really got to go (because I mean, he's following me!) and he tells me he has a place here and keeps talking (and he's scaring me). And I say I was just trying to be polite and he repeats my statement and then tells me I look like a crackhead anyway. I just said, you're a really weird person as he finally left. I was terrified for the next five minutes waiting for the concierge to come back and started crying to him when he asked me what was wrong (hubby and I know concierge pretty well). I think I am crying because he scared me. Why do people have to be so awful to people who are just trying to be nice?
it's just one of those things that happens occasionally, a stranger harrasses you on the street for no reason then kicks off when you don't act like you actually are there for their entertainment. You didn't ask for it to happen, it was all unprovoked. You probably just looked really nice and the guy thought he'd try his luck. :s
