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Dec. 19th, 2008 11:25 pm...How the hell do these things happen to me?
So I can wander around all day having made an Actual Effort appearance-wise (reasonably tidy hair, nice clothes, makeup on) and get, well, little or nothing attention-wise. This is normal.
But I wander up to the hotel lobby to use the free wifi, wearing clothes I've just thrown on in a hurry, no makeup apart from stray mascara stains from being in the pool, hair dripping wet and roughly tied back in an upknot (YAY LATE-NIGHT SWIMMING SIX DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS LULZ)... and I get the bloke on reception flirting with me.
Rather annoyingly, since I'm tired and reading my flist and he's demanding my email and constantly asking me questions, and dubya tee eff, yo. He did open by offering me coffee, which was rather nice, so I could have lived happily with the questions - I'm usually happy to chatter with strangers. It's a Welsh thing, I think. Conversations with strangers at the bus stop, little old ladies on the bus itself or in a shop, ten minutes spent chatting on the train to a random guy with a kitten are all completely normal and why I will never not find the London Underground weird. (And even there I managed to get chatting to the little girl sitting beside me with her dad once - I am that good.)
But telling me I 'have' to give him my email address is beginning to irk. JUST WANNA READ MY FLIST KTHNX.
And yeah. Random attention from maleboy, what's up with that? Do pretty girls get this all the time?
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Going home tomorrow. D: DUN WANNA.
So I can wander around all day having made an Actual Effort appearance-wise (reasonably tidy hair, nice clothes, makeup on) and get, well, little or nothing attention-wise. This is normal.
But I wander up to the hotel lobby to use the free wifi, wearing clothes I've just thrown on in a hurry, no makeup apart from stray mascara stains from being in the pool, hair dripping wet and roughly tied back in an upknot (YAY LATE-NIGHT SWIMMING SIX DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS LULZ)... and I get the bloke on reception flirting with me.
Rather annoyingly, since I'm tired and reading my flist and he's demanding my email and constantly asking me questions, and dubya tee eff, yo. He did open by offering me coffee, which was rather nice, so I could have lived happily with the questions - I'm usually happy to chatter with strangers. It's a Welsh thing, I think. Conversations with strangers at the bus stop, little old ladies on the bus itself or in a shop, ten minutes spent chatting on the train to a random guy with a kitten are all completely normal and why I will never not find the London Underground weird. (And even there I managed to get chatting to the little girl sitting beside me with her dad once - I am that good.)
But telling me I 'have' to give him my email address is beginning to irk. JUST WANNA READ MY FLIST KTHNX.
And yeah. Random attention from maleboy, what's up with that? Do pretty girls get this all the time?
Going home tomorrow. D: DUN WANNA.
