10-17-2009, 03:26 PM
"Don't go, I don't see many pretty girls like you around".
This was according to the black man who stopped me in the middle of the rather empty street in his car(with other cars behind him mind you) who wanted to "talk"(He began this conversation with "Hey you! Hey miss, please come talk to me!"). He made me late to my meeting and even though I kept insisting that I had to go get on the train, he refused to let me leave until I took his number(he first tried to get mine, which I refused to do). I think he made a comment about my hair being nice too, which had WTF? written all over it. Not sure how crossing the street made me look so appealing.