so after my three hours at this place, I go to leave and the security guard (not the flirter from earlier) tells me to sign out. as I’m signing out he says
"do you know the security guard upstairs?"
“did he talk to you?”
“he didn’t say anything!?”
“well, he wanted me to give you this.”
(hands me a piece of paper with the dudes number. what up, wayne?)
“I didn’t even see him at all. I was up there for 3 hours, I was trying not to fall asleep.”
“yea I know.”
so apparently all the security guards there loved me? I don’t even know what the security guard upstairs looked like, I knew there was one there because he told some girl to hang up her phone, but that was it.
so then this big security guard is like
“do you want me to tell him your my woman? I can yell at him for giving his number to my girl!”
so apparently I’m on FIRE today. I half want to go to giant eagle to see if I can get any men to flirt with me. hahahaha.
so I had an appt this morning. when I walked in I had to sign in. as I’m signing in the dude working the desk is like
"and I’m gonna need your name and number on a piece of paper."
so I say “well my name is katrina (last name)”
and then I realize he’s not writing anything down so I was like
"oh and I just supposed to tell you" and he kind of laughs and shakes his head and then I realize, as he say, "Im trying to flirt with you!"
hahahaha I am an idiot. and I guess he didn’t like dumb girls because he didn’t ask again.
"someday someone is going to walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with anyone else."
someone asked if I was turning 16 tomorrow.
high point or low point?
some black guy on the bus just slapped my ass.
i would not have even mentioned his race, had he not made it a prominent theme of his…whatever the fuck he was doing.
i was standing near the front of the bus, and a stop and half away from mine, he reaches over and slaps my ass.
i freaked the hell out and pause my music and move to the other side.
"i bet you get holla-ed at all the time from black guys."
i ignore him.
"[unintelligIble] well, too bad if your daddy don’t like it, that’s what’s gonna be happenin’ for the next four years."
i ignore him.
“smile for me, pretty thing.”
i shake my head no and the bus driver says “hey mister!” and he continues on telling me to smile for him and i need to accept the fact that black guys like me and apparently can treat me like that for the next four years and then we get to my stop and i run off the bus.
completely inappropriate and thanks for embarrassing me in front of a bus full of people.
i’m just thankful we weren’t getting off at the same stop.
my phone number is xxx-xxx-xxx1 this morning i got a call from xxx-xxx-xxx3.
at 7am, waking from a dead sleep, it was very “the call is coming from inside the house.”