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nirix5Sometimes I like to pretend that I’m a concerned citizen, and that’s why I take the busses. Public transportation helps keep stupid car emissions down, or whatever. Other times I tell myself that I think easier on the bus, that it’s when I get my down time, it’s the time I have to zone and think and straighten out everything that’s in my head. Okay- the point is, I take a bus. Two, actually. Every day, twice a day, rain or shine, there I am, standing on the stupid corner waiting for the stupid bus. This has never really been a problem. Pain in the ass, occasionally? Sure, especially when it’s really cold, but not a problem.
Now, I have a problem.
The problem’s name is Eddie.
Eddie first found me back in October or something. He hit on me during my downtown transfer, and I told him, very politely, that no, I wasn’t interested, I had to study. I saw him once or twice after that, but with last semester’s insane schedule and a long winter break, I hadn’t seen him at all. Which was fine with me.
Until Monday. Then it all just went to hell. Now he follows me around and tries to get me to go out with him. He tells me I’m beautiful and that he fell in love with me the first minute he saw me and can he call me on my cell phone? No, I tell him, I don’t have a cell phone (true.) No, you can’t call my house because my parents don’t want me to give out their number (not true. And it’s technically my number anyway.) No, I don’t have a car. No, I don’t have any free time. No, never. I eat, sleep, and study. I study. I study. Oh god, do I study (true. Too true.) Have you ever been involved with a black guy before? Cheery smile- “Yep!” That took the wind out of his sails for a minute.
(That's the part where I grow feathers. All I say is "No, I study" over and over and over, in response to every one of his questions.)
Now. This wouldn’t be as big of a problem if I didn’t have forty minute wait between busses. During this wait I get cocoa in this little deli place across the street, so I don’t have to sit outside in the sub-zero weather and freeze my ass off. And yeah, I sit there and study. So I’m sitting there yesterday and he comes in and sits down across from me. Apparently he’s really serious- he told me that if studying with me was the only way we could hang out, then goddamit, he would study. This persistence would be really charming if it weren’t so unwelcome.
*facepalms* Not that he’s a disturbing psycho problem, mind you. Everyone’s dangerous, to a degree, but we’re in a very public place, and I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself (more than most people realize, actually.) It’s just annoying as hell.
And I don’t feel like dealing with it. At all.
Dude. I checked on my end of things- my mom says she sent it, but she also said that people she’s sent letters to never got them, so… who knows? The point is I’m just going to send you another card. Obviously the mail gods have it out for the damn thing. Plus, I’ve got a reply to your letter, so wheee!!! Yayness.
I hope your move goes loverly, mija. May you have interesting layovers and airport jaunts, and I hope all your stuff gets there in one piece with no headaches. *giantglomphugs*
DAMMIT WOMAN!!! ARE YOU BACK ONLINE NOW!!! I WILL CALL YOU TONIGHT!!! I LOVE YOU TO DEATH!!! SEIZE THE CAKE!!!
I skipped my math class today to revise my Communications homework. However, I am not worried since all we do in there is brain teasers anyway. Apparently it’s a mathematical theory class. (Brain teasers!!)
Now, I have a problem.
The problem’s name is Eddie.
Eddie first found me back in October or something. He hit on me during my downtown transfer, and I told him, very politely, that no, I wasn’t interested, I had to study. I saw him once or twice after that, but with last semester’s insane schedule and a long winter break, I hadn’t seen him at all. Which was fine with me.
Until Monday. Then it all just went to hell. Now he follows me around and tries to get me to go out with him. He tells me I’m beautiful and that he fell in love with me the first minute he saw me and can he call me on my cell phone? No, I tell him, I don’t have a cell phone (true.) No, you can’t call my house because my parents don’t want me to give out their number (not true. And it’s technically my number anyway.) No, I don’t have a car. No, I don’t have any free time. No, never. I eat, sleep, and study. I study. I study. Oh god, do I study (true. Too true.) Have you ever been involved with a black guy before? Cheery smile- “Yep!” That took the wind out of his sails for a minute.
(That's the part where I grow feathers. All I say is "No, I study" over and over and over, in response to every one of his questions.)
Now. This wouldn’t be as big of a problem if I didn’t have forty minute wait between busses. During this wait I get cocoa in this little deli place across the street, so I don’t have to sit outside in the sub-zero weather and freeze my ass off. And yeah, I sit there and study. So I’m sitting there yesterday and he comes in and sits down across from me. Apparently he’s really serious- he told me that if studying with me was the only way we could hang out, then goddamit, he would study. This persistence would be really charming if it weren’t so unwelcome.
*facepalms* Not that he’s a disturbing psycho problem, mind you. Everyone’s dangerous, to a degree, but we’re in a very public place, and I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself (more than most people realize, actually.) It’s just annoying as hell.
And I don’t feel like dealing with it. At all.
Dude. I checked on my end of things- my mom says she sent it, but she also said that people she’s sent letters to never got them, so… who knows? The point is I’m just going to send you another card. Obviously the mail gods have it out for the damn thing. Plus, I’ve got a reply to your letter, so wheee!!! Yayness.
I hope your move goes loverly, mija. May you have interesting layovers and airport jaunts, and I hope all your stuff gets there in one piece with no headaches. *giantglomphugs*
DAMMIT WOMAN!!! ARE YOU BACK ONLINE NOW!!! I WILL CALL YOU TONIGHT!!! I LOVE YOU TO DEATH!!! SEIZE THE CAKE!!!
I skipped my math class today to revise my Communications homework. However, I am not worried since all we do in there is brain teasers anyway. Apparently it’s a mathematical theory class. (Brain teasers!!)
