God, LA has really taught me to skip the bullshit.
Just now a guy walked up to me and said, "Excuse me, I don't mean to intrude," which first of all sounded hilarious coming out of his mouth, since I always get a kick out of polite guys with huge neck tattoos that look like gang-related graffiti, "but I'm Joel*" He reached out his hand, and I shook it. At this point I would have smiled and introduced myself in the interest of not making anyone too uncomfortable, but today, I said nothing and just tilted my head to the side. I may have smiled a little.
"Do you go to school around here?"
"No, I'm going to work."
*Pause, while Joel visibly struggles with what to do next, since I won't help him*
Joel: "I was just wondering if I could call you sometime?"
Priya: "No."
Most guys I've dropped that line on kind of say "uh, okay..." and then slither away or whatever verb you'd like to use with guys who interrupt my day with their bullshit. And this is how I feel about men asking for my number on a good day. Imagine what kind of treatment Joel would have gotten if he had made me miss my bus.**
LA has also taught me that black and hispanic men are starting to catch on to what Indian people look like, and they love that novelty. I bet it's like what girls with big butts went through a few years ago: suddenly white guys everywhere were like, "I think I DO like that!" What, two years ago when I cared about it, I wasn't BLONDE ENOUGH and now you want me to let you call me because you just now grew the fuck up?
* Name changed to protect the innocent.
** I wouldn't have changed his name, that's for sure!
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