Yep, you read the title correctly. I just got hit on by a male!!

Those of you who know me, or who have at least looked at my pictures on my MySpace page should find this pretty damn funny. I’m not of the physical appearance that men generally find appealing. Most of the time, people think I’m a guy, too, what with the extra short hair, the guy’s clothes, etc. They usually only realize their error once their eyes rest on my boobs. I’m not huge in that area, but I’ve got a pretty good set.

Once in a blue moon, I’ll get a man who will flirt with me, or ask me for my phone number or something along those lines. You’d think they’d be drunk or high while doing so, but surprisingly, they all appeared to be sober.

On the way home, I decided to pick up some orange juice from the corner store. While standing in line to check out, I noticed a guy at the other register area looking at me. I didn’t think much of it and figured he was probably trying to figure out if I was a boy or a girl. As I began to walk out of the store, I noticed he was walking very slowly towards the entrance. I passed him to get to the door, at which point, he said, “hey.” I ignored him at first, because I honestly didn’t think he was talking to me. Well, he was talking to me, because he said “hey!” again, and a little louder. I stopped right at the exit and turned to look at him. The dialogue then went like this:

Man hitting on me: “How come I keep seeing you around here?”

Me, smiling: “Um, maybe because I live around the corner?”

(we both proceed to walk out of the store at this point)

Man: “Well, I like seeing you and I don’t care what it is you do… but can I buy you dinner or take you out for a drink sometime?”

Me, with what I’m sure was a pretty shocked expression on my face: “Excuse me?”

Man: “I’m from Jamaica……I don’t care what you do, but I’d like to buy you a drink or take you to dinner.”

Me, chuckling, and not quite sure how to respond: “Umm… maybe the next time you see me we can talk about that.”

I was pretty sure I’d never seen this guy before, but that isn’t to say he didn’t notice me… so here I am hoping I’ll never run into him again as I’m quickly walking away from him towards my house. Thankfully, he just smiled at me, so I told him to have a nice day and kept walking.

I really hope I don’t see him again anytime soon…

On my walk to the office today, I noticed a woman stop to throw away a match from lighting a cigarette (yes, ick to the smoking, but at least she didn’t litter and threw the match into a trash bin, sometimes I just want to whack people upside the head when I see them toss garbage onto the sidewalk or into the street).

Anyway, as she stopped, I happened to glance down at her feet…only to notice she was wearing two different shoes.

They were flat dress shoes, one was a dark blue, the other was a slate gray color.

Her outfit consisted of light gray dress slacks and a dark blue blazer. So, maybe she was going for a perfect match?

Either way, I was amused.

I’ve complained before via my MySpace blog about the rude and inconsiderate people that seem to flock big cities. I’ve spent a good amount of time over the years in such large metropolitan areas as NYC, Baltimore, and now Washington, D.C., and all of these locations seem to have their own breed of rude people.

In particular, I vented about how people here in DC spread out across a sidewalk, and simply do not understand the rule of “walk on the right.” It’s as if they just don’t care about those coming in the opposite direction. They’ve got a one track mind and that track is quite obviously focused on their goal of rushing to their respective offices, or getting that oh-so-important morning coffee and danish. This has been, and forever will be, a serious pet peeve of mine. Lately, when I’ve been in a not-so-friendly mood - which isn’t often, mind you, but hey, we all have bitchy moments, right? - there have been times I’ve refused to move out of the way and will intentionally brush against someone who should have moved. Sometimes I’ll get a dirty look in response, but I just keep on walkin’. Unfortunately, these people probably think I’m the one in the wrong.

This morning, I had one of those moments where I just wasn’t going to move out of the way, and I was actually in a good mood…which might sound contradictory, but oh well. *grin*

Walking to my office from the gym, there is a stretch of sidewalk considerably smaller than the rest due to a restaurant blocking off a portion for outside seating, as well as a portion gated off for a tree and some flowers. This area can comfortably fit three people across of at least relatively normal size. I watched as a woman a couple hundred feet in front of me came against the crowd and how she almost tripped over the flower gate because no one would move, and at that point, I had a feeling my walk through that area was not going to be an easy one.

Sure enough, it wasn’t. As with the woman before me, no one stepped aside even a slight amount to make room for me. The first woman had a big ass shoulder bag and a bagged lunch on her left side, which I bumped into. Not hard, but I bumped into her nonetheless. The second woman was about 10 or so feet behind her, and we literally clipped shoulders because she wouldn’t move. Now, keep in mind, I was not hogging up any part of the sidewalk. I was flush against that damn gate sectioning off the flowers. An inch further to the right and my ass would have been in the fertilizer.

So, after running into the second woman, I loudly said, “Damn people! Do you not know how to walk on the right?!”

Yes, I seriously said that. Some of you who know me well might not believe I have it in me, but dammit, I just get really sick and tired of people who think the world revolves around them and have no consideration for others. Just because you don’t know a person does not give you a right to disrespect them.

I’m saddened to even think this…but, if I weighed 300lbs, I bet they’d have gotten out of my way.

*steps off soap box*