Thursday, July 28, 2005

do I look like a hooker to you?

I had the strangest experience yesterday.

I was parking my car on Dartmouth Street around 11am when I was approached by a strange man who knocked on my window. I rolled the window down a crack and he said through a thick accent that he was looking for "someplace with food, to get some drinks." I thought it strange that he wanted drinks at that time of the morning, but I directed him to Tremont Street about a block away and told him there were lots of cafes and restaurants there.

He didn't seem satisfied by that answer and said, "Well you know, I just want to have some fun."

"Okay. That's probably your best bet. There are a ton of places over there."

But again, I could see he wanted to say more. Finally I watched him screw up his courage and say, "Well, I am only in town for today... And I would like some female companionship."

Completely creeped out at this point, I told him he should get the hell away from my car. He retreated quickly to my great relief.

Maybe he was asking me out on a date, or maybe he thought I was a prostitute. I don't know. It just seems to me that approaching a woman as she parks her car isn't the most efficient way to get yourself some "female companionship."

2 comments:

Mom said...

OK, "Get the hell away from my car." Good response.

Wow, this really churns up all my protective impulses. I keep visualizing myself with a baseball bat facilitating your directive.

Honey, honey please be careful out there I love you so much.
Mom

Summer Ryan Doyle said...

Don't worry about me, mommy. I'm very intimidating for a 5'2" girl and I only very rarely get approached for solicited sex.