Random dude, to me: “What can we do?”
Older gentleman waiting nearby, after some initial pleasantries: “You in love with somebody?”
Bus Chick: “I’m married.”
Older gent: “That’s not what I asked.”
Touché. And yes.
Folks, I wrote about this phenomenon in ’07 and am still struggling to understand.
If you were looking forward to several months free of Howyoudoin?s, Whatsyourname?s, and Youmarried?s, prepare to be disappointed. You will, in fact, continue to be propositioned — both by members of that group of discerning gentlemen who don’t bother to look at the women they’re chatting up, and by an even more disturbing group: men who are actually attracted to pregnant women. Listen, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Should I be concerned (not for myself so much as for all of humanity) that I get more play* when waddling around town with child (and wearing a wedding ring) than I did back when I was a single bus chick?
*Interestingly (or perhaps not), I am rarely bothered (pregnant or not) when I travel with Chicklet.
To all the chivalrous gentlemen who, during the weeks and months of 2007–on rainy nights and sunny days and foggy mornings–will slow their Toyotas and Volkswagens and Chevies and Benzes and peer through tinted or mud splattered windows–or perhaps partially opened doors–to ask:
No! (Thank you.) I don’t need a ride.
Post MEHVA tour, 3rd & James, southbound 4 (et al) stop:
Random dude, to me: “Ouuuuuuuuuch! Girl, you’re so pretty, it hurts.” [pause] “Why don’t you come over here and make it better?”
Perhaps our favorite bus-chick pickup artist would be willing to give him a few pointers.
Today I found a Web page entitled (I kid you not), “How to pick up chicks at bus stops.” I’m choosing not link to the site (it’s not exactly family friendly), but it’s part of a series of “how to pick up chicks” advice pages, and (thankfully) there is an accompanying instructional video.
I can’t say the man’s tactics would work on this bus chick, but he is right about one thing:
“A bus is like a massive, pimping SUV with 4000 horse power and lots of 45 inch wheels. Can your ride compete with that, b*tch? I didn’t think so.”
Of course, his tactics aren’t much worse than those of the (ahem) “men” I tend to encounter at bus stops. Case in point: Last Thursday, at around 7 PM, at the 3 stop on 23rd between Cherry and Jefferson, a high-school-age kid actually said to me, “Mmm, mmm, mmm! How you doin’…” [pause] “…ma’am?”