Unfortunately (for him) this young man tried to pick me up @ a bus stop the other day – after telling him about my brain injury (which I quickly learned not to do casually). He proceeded to gab my ear off at the bus stop & then even on the bus, although we weren’t sitting next to, or even across from, each-other (rude). I also noticed him checking out my bum before we boarded the bus (just because I have trouble remembering stuff, doesn’t mean I’m blind.)
I have to say though, that I enjoy the extra shape I’ve gained back there myself. Because I’m fairly constantly hungry now & have had an always high/fast metabolism + am fairly addicted to yoga now – the increased weight goes to nice places.
The 1 thing I’m not crazy about with this weight gain, is that my beautiful clothes (that I have plenty of) no longer fit so well. I’ve decided that yoga pants are my future. Easy, all things considered, as I received this injury while at a yoga camp. I certainly enjoy the ease of this combination.
Ah so: back to my creeper story (because I know you’re fascinated ;)). After we got off the bus, (& yes, he got off @ the Mercer Island stop too – & if you know MI, this is fairly unusual) First I questioned his choice of stops and he then said he was transferring to a bus that would take him to Bellevue (which, if he stayed on the bus we were on, would’ve taken him right there – very suspicious). He proceeded to ask me for my phone number. When I refused, he asked if it was bc I had a boyfriend, (because, this would be the only reason I would not give him my #). I lied and said yes I did have a boyfriend, because I didn’t care to see him again, let alone go on a date with him and this bit of white lie seemed easier.
Bleh. That’s all I have to say about that encounter.