Apr. 15th, 2004 03:42 pm
UFR: Ponytail
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muckefuckOne more post, then I'm back to writing again. No, really!
I'll admit it: Whenever a shabbily-dressed black man strikes up a conversation with me on the street that does not come to an abrupt end with a plea for money, I'm surprised. Not even pleasantly surprised, just bewildered. I've spent the whole time on my guard, outwardly pleasant but braced to turn down the inevitable solicitation. It's only after the exchange is ended that I realise it never came and, by then, it's too late to enjoy talking with a fellow human.
Last night, I was within a block of my place when a guy who'd been standing outside the stop-'n'-rob accosted me. He said, "I wish I had a ponytail like that."
"What would you do with it?"
"It's good for attracting the ladies!"
"Never done me much good."
"Girls like it when a guy had long hair."
By this time, he was walking in my direction. Since he was a few steps behind me, it looked like I was trying to flee, so I gamely slowed and we started walking abreast. I wondered if he was heading to the Lake and when exactly the panhandling would start, but he suddenly wished me a nice evening and turned off into an alley. Just an irrepressible extrovert?
I'll admit it: Whenever a shabbily-dressed black man strikes up a conversation with me on the street that does not come to an abrupt end with a plea for money, I'm surprised. Not even pleasantly surprised, just bewildered. I've spent the whole time on my guard, outwardly pleasant but braced to turn down the inevitable solicitation. It's only after the exchange is ended that I realise it never came and, by then, it's too late to enjoy talking with a fellow human.
Last night, I was within a block of my place when a guy who'd been standing outside the stop-'n'-rob accosted me. He said, "I wish I had a ponytail like that."
"What would you do with it?"
"It's good for attracting the ladies!"
"Never done me much good."
"Girls like it when a guy had long hair."
By this time, he was walking in my direction. Since he was a few steps behind me, it looked like I was trying to flee, so I gamely slowed and we started walking abreast. I wondered if he was heading to the Lake and when exactly the panhandling would start, but he suddenly wished me a nice evening and turned off into an alley. Just an irrepressible extrovert?