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I rode my bike up to a nearby Walmart Neighborhood Market today. Wasn't far, but because it's hellaciously hot and sunny, when I arrived I was rather sweaty and flush. I'm meandering around, grabbing what I went there for, and I notice this black man following me around. O...k...maybe we're just looking for stuff in the same aisles. Riiiight.
Now, side note. I'm currently on a kick for losing weight/getting healthy. Overall, I'm changing my lifestyle. I've been rather lax about it for a while, but I'm intent on getting back on track. As such, most of my purchases were healthy food related, i.e. fresh produce, and some frozen Healthy Choice meals that I take with me to work for lunches (add a salad, and they're pretty filling). Well, I'm perusing the selection when said black man finally approaches me.
Him:You don't need those.
Me: *blinkblink* Er...what?
Him: You shouldn't be losing weight. You're too perfect the way you are, don't you think?
Me: Um...thank you.
Him: How about a number? I like perfection.
Me:
Sorry, I don't give my number out.
Him: Come on! You're gorgeous! I'm telling you you shouldn't be trying to look like anyone else! You should give me your number! <The tone he said this in sounded like I should be so grateful he deigned to notice me>
Me: Ok, not that it's ANY of your business, but this is a drive to be healthy and STAY healthy, not to look like a anorexic super model. My choices, my business. Not YOURS.
Him: Why can't you take a compliment?
Me: I did. I said thank you.
Him: Still, you should at least give me your number. We could get together sometime. <said with a leer. he didn't mean as in hang out go to the movies together...>
Me: And I'm walking away now... <Turn the cart around and start to go towards the frozen veg and he follows.>
Him: Can I at least give you mine. You can call me.
Me: No.
Him: why not? If I can't have yours!
Me: Why should you?
Him: ...
Me: Give me one GOOD reason to give you my phone number that doesn't involve possible sex, hook ups, perfection or the words "because I complimented you."
Him: <still trying to be suave> Because I would treat you like a goddess. And it's normal to give a guy your number when he compliments you.
Me: <Grabbing more healthy looking stuff>
Him: And seriously, WHY are you buying health crap? I already TOLD you you don't need it!
Me: <At this point, I'm halfway amused at his stupidity, and halfway irritated that he won't leave me alone. So, I toss politeness out the window.> Ok, you want numbers? 18. The number of years I struggled with my weight and related health issues. 134, and 96, my systolic and diastolic blood pressure measures from my last visit, indicated prehypertension levels which can be controlled by diet and exercise. 50, the number of pounds I lost in the last year or so in the struggle to get healthy, and 2, the number of family members I've lost recently due to obesity related comorbidities. so, put it all together, you get 181-349-6502. THERE is a number for you. No leave me alone!
Him: I get it! It's cuz I'm black!! You don't want to date outside your race!
Me:
him: that's it, isn't it!?
Me: No, sir, it's not. Rather, I try not to date outside my own species, and right now you're showing every indication of being an ASS!
Him:
I walk away while he's speechless, and thankfully don't see him again during the shopping excursion...
Apparently sweaty, red in the face and dressed in grungy workout clothes in walmart is some sort of a signal for come get me boys...who knew...?
Now, side note. I'm currently on a kick for losing weight/getting healthy. Overall, I'm changing my lifestyle. I've been rather lax about it for a while, but I'm intent on getting back on track. As such, most of my purchases were healthy food related, i.e. fresh produce, and some frozen Healthy Choice meals that I take with me to work for lunches (add a salad, and they're pretty filling). Well, I'm perusing the selection when said black man finally approaches me.
Him:You don't need those.
Me: *blinkblink* Er...what?
Him: You shouldn't be losing weight. You're too perfect the way you are, don't you think?
Me: Um...thank you.
Him: How about a number? I like perfection.
Me:
Sorry, I don't give my number out.Him: Come on! You're gorgeous! I'm telling you you shouldn't be trying to look like anyone else! You should give me your number! <The tone he said this in sounded like I should be so grateful he deigned to notice me>
Me: Ok, not that it's ANY of your business, but this is a drive to be healthy and STAY healthy, not to look like a anorexic super model. My choices, my business. Not YOURS.
Him: Why can't you take a compliment?
Me: I did. I said thank you.
Him: Still, you should at least give me your number. We could get together sometime. <said with a leer. he didn't mean as in hang out go to the movies together...>
Me: And I'm walking away now... <Turn the cart around and start to go towards the frozen veg and he follows.>
Him: Can I at least give you mine. You can call me.
Me: No.
Him: why not? If I can't have yours!
Me: Why should you?
Him: ...
Me: Give me one GOOD reason to give you my phone number that doesn't involve possible sex, hook ups, perfection or the words "because I complimented you."
Him: <still trying to be suave> Because I would treat you like a goddess. And it's normal to give a guy your number when he compliments you.
Me: <Grabbing more healthy looking stuff>
Him: And seriously, WHY are you buying health crap? I already TOLD you you don't need it!
Me: <At this point, I'm halfway amused at his stupidity, and halfway irritated that he won't leave me alone. So, I toss politeness out the window.> Ok, you want numbers? 18. The number of years I struggled with my weight and related health issues. 134, and 96, my systolic and diastolic blood pressure measures from my last visit, indicated prehypertension levels which can be controlled by diet and exercise. 50, the number of pounds I lost in the last year or so in the struggle to get healthy, and 2, the number of family members I've lost recently due to obesity related comorbidities. so, put it all together, you get 181-349-6502. THERE is a number for you. No leave me alone!
Him: I get it! It's cuz I'm black!! You don't want to date outside your race!
Me:
him: that's it, isn't it!?
Me: No, sir, it's not. Rather, I try not to date outside my own species, and right now you're showing every indication of being an ASS!
Him:
I walk away while he's speechless, and thankfully don't see him again during the shopping excursion...
Apparently sweaty, red in the face and dressed in grungy workout clothes in walmart is some sort of a signal for come get me boys...who knew...?
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