Work. Transbay bus
worked surprisingly well. Guy across from me sitting in meditation
the whole time. Cool.
Must write up my magical lavender shirt.
Okay, this is a knit shirt
with horizontal lavender, cream, and plum stripes, and a sort of turtleneck
. It's just this side of cropped
. I always thought it fit me pretty well, and yesterday a rare in-person client
told me she thought it looked really nice on me and brought out the color of my eyes
. That was cool. Then later in the gas station
this well-dressed black guy almost bumped into me, and said, "Excuse me, baby
..." ... (eyes lingering on my chest
) ... he purrs "Babyyy...how are you
?" It was pretty funny. That kind of thing doesn't happen to me
. I wasn't offended, it was somewhere between amused
--definitely didn't want it to go any further, though! so I just smiled vaguely and paid for my gasoline
must only be used for good
N. B.: Feminists
(all women should be feminists, but go figure--we have a lock on Uncle Tom
-types)--ahem. Feminists/women who are afraid of/insulted by being admired
are just afraid of being themselves, and how feminist is that? Not very. The guy wasn't creepy
. Trying to hard to be a player
, but since I wasn't going to buy into that, what did that matter to me? SO I took it as a compliment
, without either encouraging the guy or going off on him.