Old Man Flirt
A couple of weeks ago, I was exhibiting at a conference in Boofooville, USA, where I am one of few melanin-blessed people. I’s minding my own bitness, sitting down behind my table on my MacBook when I hear:
I look up to see this older Black man staring at me. This is what ensued:
Me: Oh hello.Him: Hi. What does your organization do?Me: We’re a nonprofit that blah blah blah
Him: *staring a bit too hard at me* *kneels down on the floor so he’s eye level with me*
Me: *shifts a little in chair* We’re based in Chicago but do regional work
Him: *looking at me even harder* I’m from Chicago too! How about that?
Me: umm… cool. *shifts in chair*
Him: You are beautiful!
Me: Umm… sure thanks O__O
Him: What’s is your name? You are just… beautiful?
Him: Oh wow! Well, I’m glad I met you. You are beautiful *stares into my soulspace*
Me: *looks around nervously* *nervous chuckle*
Him: Yes…! *walks away slowly with sly smile*
He finally walks away and I wanna fall off my chair into a tub of bleach and Ajax. UNCLEAN!!!
Like the time the old man saw me on the bus stop one morning and said “GURL! “If I had my social security check on me, I’d offer to take you to dinner this afternoon.” O_o F my life.
Edit: I’m pretty sure I’m gonna get a message from my sister talmbout “Where’s the rest of the post?” I don spoiled folks with my tomes. Now when I wanna just write and quickly *drop mic* folks giving me the O__O. Don’t judge me
cuz I wanted to be lazy last night and not write an ENTIRE post. LOL