Because I'm Hot

I keep getting hit on at the weirdest times... And by the weirdest people.

A couple of days ago, I was clothes shopping, and the dressing room attendant assigned to me happened to be male. He kept trying to get me to try on tighter, more revealing clothing than I was. And at one point, when I tried on a cute flowy top over my pants, he said I should really consider wearing it as a dress. Um, no. There's no possible way I would be able to sit down in it. Frankly, even walking in it as a dress would be risky. Not only is it short, but there's some embroidery at the bottom that has a lot of open holes. As in, if you were looking, you would be able to see my underwear through said holes. From a distance, it would probably be alright... But again. I would NOT be able to sit without my bum being on the seat and flashing everyone else in the room.

(See picture at left. Notice the dark wavy streaks in the pattern on the bottom? That's where the holes are. Hence why I blurred this picture and made it in black & white... Otherwise, it's like "Hello, Underwear!")

Yeah. It's definitely not a dress. And it looks way cute with dark jeans... so yeah. I think that guy was just trying to see me as close to naked as possible.


My juice was flowing in mad form today.

For the record, I don't look particularly amazing today. I didn't shower today (I can't shower everyday... I have dry skin, and over-washing makes it even drier). I curled my hair yesterday, and it's sort of a weird clumpy, semi-curly mess now, so I put it in a ponytail. I had no makeup on (except for residual mascara from yesterday). I was wearing my glasses instead of contacts. I was wearing some ugly-but-shamefully-comfortable tan pants, a black tank-top, and a wrinkled button-up shirt that I didn't realize until I got to work was missing the middle button.

On the L in the evening, a man was clearly staring at me. A man in some sort of construction helmet. I don't know. It was brown and had a light on it. BLATANTLY staring at me. Smiled at me whenever I glanced anywhere near him. I tried to avoid making eye contact. At one point, two seats opened up next to each other. I sat down, and he of course took the seat right next to me. He looked a little embarrassed as he removed his helmet and tried to smooth his hair. He continued to stare at me. So I pulled out my TnT (Tony n' Tina's) book to study things. This did not deter him. He started asking if I was going home, if I was studying, if I was still a student... I gave mostly one-word answers. He then started talking about himself, and how he was going up to Great America. He got off the train smiling.

Then I went to get some food at Under Dogg. The guy working there (he seemed to be alone) was smiling at me a little two much. When I couldn't decide on a flavor for my shake, he walked over to the ice cream tubs, opened each of them, and came back saying that he thought the strawberry would be best today. So I ordered strawberry. And then he looked at me, giddy almost, and said, "Really? You're going to get the strawberry?" Um, yes. What? He grinned at me the whole rest of the time I was there.

I went to my friend Mike's band gig at a bar. My friend Mary came in from out of town, and we were hanging out together. At one point, I looked behind me, and it looked like Mary was threatening two women who were much larger than she. Mary is a 5'1" skinny blonde sorority girl who couldn't hurt a fly, so it's always funny to see her angry, On top of that, she currently has laryngitis and I'm sure she wasn't getting very far arguing with these women. . Apparently, she was attempting to defend my honor or something because said women were ogling me. Later in the evening, one of the women came up to me to apologize for "the misunderstanding" and explain that she and her friend had just been discussing how I had a "great butt", and that they didn't mean to offend me or Mary. She then proceeded to instigate high-fives with me about six times in reference to my "cute butt". I'm pretty sure that she was trying to hit on me. It was pretty awkward.

I guess it's kinda flattering. It's always nice to feel attractive. I just wish I were being hit on by other people... I don't know. Classier people, I guess.

Ah well. Guess I can't complain.



May your juice be flowing.

~A~


P.S. Someone Googled "Tony n Tinas Chicago" and found my blog. And has revisited it a few times since then, just in the past few days. (Um, hello, if you're reading... Awkward...) Anyway, I got a little gun shy and took down a couple of posts regarding that audition process (for multiple reasons), just in case the person reading is involved with the show (which I suspect is the case). Freaked me out pretty bad. I guess I can't even complain. After all, I'm the idiot who puts personal stories on the internet... Every once in awhile, something happens with my blog that makes me feel a little too vulnerable to the outside world. It hasn't been enough to make me quit blogging or turn this private yet, but it might someday. Anyway. There's your heads-up.

P.P.S. If you are someone I know in real life who found this blog through a search engine... Read at your own risk. I'm not going to apologize for the things I've written. I don't want to censor things I write in the future. If you don't like it, then you don't have to read it. And please don't go telling other people I know in real life what you've read, because it just makes my life more screwed up. And isn't my existence awkward enough without any catalysts? I rest my case. Thank you for your cooperation.