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 "Excuse me, I saw you walking down the street and I thought 'She's got a great sense of style!' and I just had to stop and ask who you are!" Well, that's definitely something I never expected to hear. I was walking to work like any other morning, looking around and enjoying the nice weather (hey, no rain!) when this man, who was jogging, stopped and said that to me. I immediately thought, "Uhh... what?" I must have had the most amused look on my face, but I stuck out my hand and said, "I'm Amy." "Amy? My name is Keith." I kind of looked at him oddly during the awkward pause. He continued, "So are you on your way to school?" (For the sake of this story, I will tell you that I look really young for my age.) And just the way he said that made me feel uncomfortable. It was a little creepy, and the smile didn't help. Needless to say, I was concernicus. I shifted my feet and said, "No, I'm going to work..." I pointed in the opposite direction as I started to move away. "So I'm going to... go..." He smiled, slightly disappointed and said, "Well, okay then. Bye!" He slowly jogged off as I walked away, quietly laughing, puzzled and curious all at once. I've had some really weird interactions around here but that one was just bizarre. Like, I can't even... it was just really bizarre. In retrospect, I probably should have kept the conversation going but that instinct kicked in and I went with it. |
Not that I disagree with the guy, but I would pretty much always go with the avoid sketchy male thing. It would be different if it were a woman, or a guy who wasn't jogging but was impeccably dressed himself. It's like there's an algorithm in my head to determine whether or not I'll talk to a stranger.
My sketchy sensors are extremely sensitive right now, after being on guard for so long in the trip to Turkey.