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Paranoid?

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ephidryn

May 01, 2008 06:24

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I just got accosted by a woman from Singapore. I ventured out to get food once my blood sugar levels had dropped to zero and after I had eaten I was on my way to a 7-11 to get a juice box. Apple is my favorite. It's funny to be aware of my different levels of awareness. Sometimes walking alone on the street I am lost in thought and my surroundings may as well not even be there. Today I was on point and I remember shirt colors, wedding bands, and probable handedness based on timepiece position of everyone I passed. It just so happened that I noticed a couple sitting on a short wall doing the scope scope at passersby. I walked passed the starbucks and turned into 7-11 which remarkably had no AC and got my apple juice box. I paid with exact change and walked out the door. Sitting directly in front of the 7-11 door at a starbucks table was this girl who complimented my beard. I hate to generalize but asian chicks hate beards. She went on to engage me in conversation using forceful tactics and I glanced over at the empty wall where the couple had been sitting. I realized that I was a mark but for what I was not yet sure. I was curious so we gave a stroll around the large air-conditioned shopping mall and had a chat during which I learned that her name is Barbara and that she couldn't remember my name for the life of her even after I had written it down on a piece of paper. During the conversation she asked if I drank alcohol and if I wanted to go out to the clubs tonight. I told her that I didn't drink alcohol and I lied when I said that I didn't find clubs entertaining. She asked me if I had a girlfriend almost as many times as she asked my name and she kept re-iterating that her uncle would love to talk to me about California and that he worked at the Australian embassy if I wanted to get a work visa.

I decided that the scam was a confidence trick most likely involving me getting drugged and losing all the money I had on me. Either that or it was a genuine attempt to become my friend. Either way I had enough of the conversation and politely excused myself. She kept trying to get me to commit to meeting or calling her to which I politely declined.

On the way back to my hotel I stopped at a mini-mart for extra long and took a short-cut through a hotel near mine and out the back through an alley.

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"you're too sexy for your shirt, so sexy it hurts!" - The Virus Of Life

This story was written by ephidryn and has been brought you you by the letters Q and N.

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