Sunday my bed got set up, which is nice. I enjoy it. Makes my room seem smaller but it's still a good size. I still need to buy a microwave and a full length mirror but I'm just too lazy to bring either item home on the bus. Maybe this weekend...
So on to the weirdo award. I've seen a lot of weirdos here but this one tops them all so far. This occurred Saturday night around 10:30 pm. I was in the tube station waiting for the tube to go meet my friends cause we were going to a 'black rave'. Essentially a social. I was scared when I heard the word 'rave' but that's just London speak for social. It wasn't good. I don't feel like elaborating cause it just reminds me that I wasted a fabulous outfit and £15 and did not enjoy myself. Anyways, back to the tube station. I have my fabulous outfit on beneath my long empire waist coat and flats. My shoes are in my bag. I'm waiting for the tube and I actually just missed it so I'm the only person standing on my side of the platform. I'm on the phone with friend. I notice a man walk by but I don't really pay any attention. I end the call and the following conversation ensues between me and the other man on the platform. This isn't word for word but it's pretty close having been imprinted in my memory as one of the strangest conversations ever:
Him: (really loud) Hey, are you American or something? (He was actually standing much closer to me than I expected)
Me: (at a normal level) No, I'm Canadian
Him: REally? Canadian. Wow. So what are you doing here?
Me: Just came to work and travel.
Him:Sure sure, you came to check out the London men.
Me: What?!
Him: I know, don't worry. How old are you?
Me: 23, how old are you? (I asked this because he looked about 35 and I was hoping my young age would bring him shame and scare him off)
Him: 27 (bullshitty!! He was definitely at least 35, he had grey hairs in his beard)
Me: 27, really? I see. (Here I tried to end the conversation by looking away in the direction of the train for a good 20 seconds)
Him: How long have you been here?
Me: 3 weeks
Him: REally? Wow. Then you need someone to show you around.
Me: No, I don't.
Him: Yes you do. I'll show you around. I'll show you a good time.
Me: No, really, I have plenty of people to show me around. I'm fine, thanks though.
Him: Do you live near here?
Me: Yes.
Him: Where?
Me: Near here.
Him: Do you have a man? (This was less of a question and more of a demand, I had barely finished responding to his previous question)
Me: Ummm...no. (As soon as I said no, I realized I should have said yes)
Him: WHAT?! (this was pretty much yelled and made the people on the other side of the platform look over)
Me: ......(silence and looking away again, praying for the train to come)
Him: How is is possible? (Still pretty much yelling)
Me: ......I'm not sure?
Him: New, Canadian and fine, how can you not have a man? (Still way too loud)
Me: (praying: Dear God, please let the train come, please, please, please)
Him: mmm mmm (still staring at me)
Me: Oh, thank God. (the train pulls up. I walk away from him and he follows. I stop near one door, he stops, then I walk on to another car, he follows. I sigh and get on. He follows me on and starts gesturing to one of the two-person seats at the back. I ignore him and go sit one seat away from a man and put my bag down beside me. He comes to stand beside where I'm sitting, I ignore him)
Him: (leaning over and into my face) How can you not have a man?
Me: I'm quite happy actually.
Him: You're happy without a man? (incredulously)
Me: Ya.
Him: What, are you celibate or something?
Me: What?!
Him: Are you celibate?
Me: How is that any of your business (I'm starting to be rude now)
Him: I asked you a question.
Me: Well the answer is none of your business.
Him: How come sexual questions are so prohibited in our society?
Me: Seriously?? Because of their nature (In retrospect I should have gotten up and moved away but I was so annoyed with this psycho, I couldn't help answering)
Him: No, really, why are sexual questions so prohibited? What is everyone afraid of? (He seemed to think he was being really philosophical and deep)
Me:....(silence)
Him: (after about 1 full minute of silence) Can I just ask you one more question that's been on my mind for a while now?
Me: (silence, looking straight ahead)
Him: Why don't you wear you natural hair? I see all these black women wearing white woman hair and it pisses me off. Are you ashamed? Why do you want to look like a white woman?
Me: I can't really answer on behalf of all black women.
Him: Well then answer on behalf of you.
Me: I just like my hair like this, alright?!! ( I was PISSED. He should know that you DO NOT ask a black woman why she wears weaves or imply that she shouldn't. You just don't.)
Him: Alright, alright, it was just a question.
I guess he saw how mad I was cause he didn't say anything else after that. And, thank God, he did not follow me off the tube when I got off. I was kinda scared he would. But I was prepared to go straight to the security guard if he did. So that guy wins the Weirdo Award of the week. I pray I do not meet anyone weirder than that this week. And that I don't ever run into him again. Below are the pics of my hair which apparently so offended the weirdo and yet is probably half the reason he noticed me in the first place. Dumbass.
9 comments:
Hair is amazing!! And good on you for not stabing him in the eye with a stiletto!
Your hair is beautiful!! So wonderfully curly and big!
And wow! What a creeper! I actually can't believe you didn't get more upset or say something a bit harsher to him. I probably would have snapped. But, it seems British manners may be wearing off on you, so congrats on keeping your temper in check when dealing with said weirdo.
The only reason I didn't freak out was that I didn't want to anger him. An angry weirdo can quickly turn into 'that guy on the news' and I did not come out here to get strangled in a back alley!
hair is fab! i love it! and i'm so sorry about the crazy man. i would have cried and maybe kicked him. what a loser. question...and i might have to go back because maybe you mentioned it before...was he white? and honestly, how does a GUY know that's not your natural hair? since when do guys even know that much less notice it? weird. glad you got through it!
Do you have mace in your purse? No, really. Also I think that once you got on the train a simple Fuck Off would have been appropriate. But that's just me.
Anyways, your hair is fabulous and I'm having major envy. Olivia knows you have a blog -- which she is not allowed to read!! -- but I will give her a peek at your new 'do because it is very VH. Plsu I'm hoping maybe this will convince her it's time for bangs!
No Tracy, I don't have mace. At home I always had my rape whistle (a gift from my dad) but here I'm quite unprepared. I'm gonna see what I can find this week or this weekend so that I have a bit more protection. I am shocked at myself cause I normally have something on me.
Also, glad I have achieved the VH look I was going for! And let Olivia know I think she would look fabulous with bangs! She'll be gorgeous no matter what she decides, but bangs might be a fun change for her :)
And Michelle, he was black. If he was white then that conversation would have been even more weird and random!
Ok Delly that was just priceless...I honestly don't know why you believed getting on the tube would have stopped the conversation. That guy is definitely a weirdo and absolutely rude and disrespectful. I think you handled the situation really well...I for one would not have been patient as long as you were.
Anyway sorry haven't been on the blog in a while so just trying to catch up now
Forgot to mention, the hair looks fabulous!
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