A Treasure Found at Home

in the past week i’ve been getting a little more attention than usual in my new neighbourhood. maybe it’s ’cause i used to live in the castro? maybe it’s cause it’s finally spring and i’m making time for myself to be outside?

monday night i was walking home from bart and some guy drove up from behind me, slowed, and rolled down his window. i was walking along the right-hand side of the street, so he had to lean over the passenger seat while driving to have this conversation.

guy in car: “hey”

me: looks at him, looks forward again

gic: “i’m charlie”

me: …

gic: “what’s your name?”

me: “Katherine” (p.s. that’s not true)

gic: “you want to take my number down?”

me: “no.”

gic: “where are you going.”

me: “home.”

gic: “you work around here?”

me: “no.”

gic: finally “well, it was nice meeting you.”

me: “bye.”

he drove off. i’m sort of grateful for how nice he was. i mean, it could have gotten really weird and i was noticing i wasn’t in the city anymore. would anyone care to come out of their condos if i screamed? i sort of missed my well populated neighbourhood.

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yesterday i stopped at the gas station on the corner of my neighbourhood while i was on my way to an appointment in the city. as i finished pumping and was putting the gas cap back on, a guy who’d just pulled up as a passenger in another car says to me, “you work out, don’t you?”

i just smiled and got into my car.

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now, if only i could get this sort of attention from someone more articulate. someone with something real to talk to me about. *that*, my friends, would be a turn on.