Holla Holla

A funny thing happened to me recently.

Less than two weeks ago I went to the bank, and a not-so-attractive young man approached me and asked for my number. I said no. He asked why. (Not sure why he thought that was a godd question...why do yall even ask that?) I said I had a bf. He hit me with that, I was just trynna be friends-type line. I don't recall how I got him to go away.

Well, yesterday I was at work and that same gumpy young man (now dressed in business casual attire, as was I) changed his course of direction to turn around, shake my hand and say, "Hi, my name is Miles. I wanted to know if I could get your number." I kept walking and said no. He asked why not. I said, "I'm straight." He paused, said OK and turned back around.

Maybe I should be flattered that he thuoght I was pretty twice in a row-like it wasn't a fluke or sumthing. But it's funny that he forgot his previous rejection.