Thread: 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓭

Hey thanks, MioYumYumPeter for the congratulatory message, means somebody is reading my journal! Anyway, let's get to the funtasticness of my day and the weirdos I meet! Heeeeere we go! Yesterday technically this morning at 3 in the morning, I gushed about how excited I was to go out with my roommate and go makeup shopping. The thing is, the makeup shopping wasn't even the most exciting part, it was the drive home- lemme explain. After we left the grocery store as we had to pick up a few things- eggs and deodorant, we are headed home and are stopped at a red light. Now, the thing you should probably know about me is that I don't go anywhere without my makeup looking like I'm going to attend the Met Gala. We are talking full face, takes over an hour to do, makeup. I suppose, if you were to label this, I'm considered high maintenance. Back to our story. So, my roommate is driving and I'm in her passenger seat when we stop for a red light. We pull up beside this less than looker of a car, I believe it was some early nineties model Pontiac 4 banger is that a thing?! with two young guys in it and a girl in the backseat. We are minding our own business when the driver of the Pontiac shouts out his window, Hey, you wanna race? My roommate and I look at each other, and I say, No thanks. Apparently, this prompted our new 'friends' to go off onto some tangent. He then replies with, Come on, race us. I'll even go easy on you! Again I respond with a no thank you and state that my roommate and I aren't exactly keen on breaking speed limit laws or getting tickets. The other male friend in the passenger seat decides it's his turn to make his move. Alright so, a bit of backstory about me. I have very low self-esteem. I won't go into the whole sob story of why I am but know that often times I don't see the appeal in my appearance where someone else might. Resume story. The guy in the passenger seat then says, while his friend is revving the engine as if to goad my roommate into racing, Does that thing have flapper pedals I think that's what he said???, I bet you could beat us. I smile and nod, however, just before I'm about to reply with something quippy this dude, I shit you not, yells, You and your friend are absolutely beautiful, by the way! I. Lose. My. Shit. I am not accustomed to compliments like that from strangers. Out of my 27 years of life, I can count on one hand how many times I've been whistled at, catcalled or the like. It doesn't happen often and so I don't know how to respond. My dumbass grins like a bumbling idiot and I say Thanks. He thinks, or I assume he does, that this is an invitation for his next response Should I shout out my number? My brain is metaphorically leaking out of my ears. I don't know what to say. Thank goodness for my roommate and the light, because she starts revving her engine and says What? I can't hear you over the sound of my engine, you're going to have to speak up. Before the Tweedle Twins can continue, the light changes and we take off, of course, they stay beside us until the car in front of them slows down but we start getting away, until another red light. Basically, I was told I was beautiful and someone offered me their number. Excuse me while I go crawl into a dark hole and stay here until I turn to dust! Last edited Sep 1, 2021