So I decided to get out of the house for a while by going to Lenox Square Mall. Now since I still have no car, this meant I would be taking that bastion of urban mobility, MARTA.
I managed to catch two buses with no fuss, and managed to make it to the College Park station slightly ahead of schedule.
And it was at this point that I was hit on.
Now were it by an attractive female, I would have been extremely flattered and probably would have been to chickenshit to flirt back while desperately wanting to do so.
But it wasn't by an attractive female.
It was by a scraggly, probably homeless 50-something black man.
He seemed to be quite interested in me, which is surprising because I wanted to have nothing to do with him. I wouldn't have even noticed him if he hadn't struck up a conversation with me. I thought he was just asking for the time, not asking me out.
For the first couple minutes, I thought he thought I was a girl (FYI, I'm 6'2 with a deep voice), and after a couple minutes of extremely creepy conversation, I had to set him straight.
But that didn't stop him from trying to pick me up. After trying to get my phone number multiple times (to which I told him I had no phone; hey, it's a half-truth) he offered to get me a phone, as well as "take care of me". I don't know what that entails exactly, but I could take a good guess.
Then he asked if I had a boyfriend (FYI, I'm straight). I told him no, and said I didn't need one, which I don't. However, I do need a slutty Asian chick with C-cups, so if any of my 0 readers fit this profile, email me. But back to my ordeal. He tried to spin that back into "taking care of me" to which I refused.
But this was all before we got on the train. You see, he tried to pick me up from the College Park station all the way to Five Points (for those that don't know Atlanta or MARTA, that's a good 15 minutes of failed attempts). After trying the "you're sexy" approach, he tried talking about the things he would do to me, which I promptly forgot due to them being really nasty.
If I tried to put my headphones and ignore him (which I now deem too little too late with my 20/20 hindsight), he would try to get my attention by grabbing my fingers, or trying to grab my thigh, at which point I would move my leg and block with my laptop bag when he tried again.
Then Five Points came and he got off. And I was extremely relieved. This makes me wonder though; one time when I was on the phone someone called me "ma'am", which confused me a bit, and back when I was preparing for Miss SWE (drag beauty pageant, didn't even make third) a couple girls who help me prepare said I had a very androgynous face and that I could very well pass as a woman if I decided to cross-dress, so this makes me wonder if I put out "that" vibe. Not necessarily a "gay" vibe, though, just "that" vibe.
I need to make a friend with gaydar.