Pick-up of the week
As I walked to Brewer's Art the other night, I walked past a liquor store where three guys were posted up outside. I saw them way before I got there, so I had prepared myself for the onslaught.As I walked past, one of the guys goes, "Hey Amelia*! How you doing? Hey Amelia! Hey Amelia!"
As he is repeating this girl's name, I give him a look that says, "Hey, that's not my name." But homeboy continues until I've nearly passed, then changes tactics: "You're not gonna stop and chat? I love your fro."
Now, did this guy truly think I was this girl (I hear there's a girl around town who looks like me), or was this the classic throw-out-a-random-name pick-up?
(Photo by ioneq at stock.xchng -- I like *his* fro.)
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* I just threw out a random name; I can't remember what it was exactly.
Comments
About that doppelganger of yours, lately, strangers have told me that I "look so familiar". I seem to remember that in other Springs, I've heard the same thing. I wonder if it's because after the grayness of winter, people are actually looking at other people. (I'd have made an effort to lose a few pounds, if I'd realized...)
Posted by: Eve | May 6, 2008 8:45 AM