There’s a guy walking down 4th Ave. about 10 feet ahead of me. He turns around to look at me.
GUY: Excuse me. You’re gorgeous.
ME: [laughing] Thank you.
We walk about five more steps.
GUY: Can I give you my number?
ME: [laughing] No, thanks.
We walk two more steps.
GUY: Well, I had to ask.
We continue walking up 4th Ave., he about 15 paces ahead of me. He doesn’t turn.
We reach the end of the block. Dammit! Now I feel weird. I can’t decide if I should slow down or not.
I duck into the gas station to hide for a few minutes, wondering, am I being weird? Or is he being weird?
So who IS the weirdo here?