The strangest thing happen to me today, I am still in shock! I was bored this afternoon, since everyone has absolute loads of work to do, but I've finished mine up, and so I decided to go to the High Street (Kensington, round the corner), and immediately I hit up my favorite place H&M. Once leaving there I still wasn't ready to go home so I decided to browse around Barker's Department Store next door, which is on the corner of the street I come up through to the High Street, so it was on my way anyway. I'm in there, browsing through their various styles of bags (because as anyone who knows me knows, I love 'em). However, the setup of the store means lots of things are mishmashed together, so on my right an older English gentleman is browsing around something else. I'd say he was in his early to mid fifties, very expensive suit, and very distinguished-looking. He made a comment to me about something and so we started just a casual conversation. Being American I'd chat to anyone happily, and so we were talking casually as I was looking at one section, and he was looking at another. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ???????????????????????????????????? "Excuse me?!" I said, extremely incredulous. But it just got worse! "Oh, I'm terribly sorry if you find me too forward. . .we wouldn't have to jump in bed right away, I'd just like to take you to wonderful dinner. ARE YOU SERIOUS! 'We wouldn't have to jump in bed right away. . .but you know, we could. . .' Trying to hold on to my composure and not show too much of my disbelief I just said (my voice kind of betraying me a little though), "I'm flattered. . .but I'm sorry, I really can't do that." He just shook his head regretfully and said, "Such a shame, you've got such a wonderful young body, and you're so pretty." (First of all, there are plenty of girls on high street with much better figures than me, second of all, EW!) Then I said a prompt good-bye and made a speedy escape, conscious of him watching me that whole time. Luckily I could just dart right out the side entrance onto the street I take to walk back to mine. Can you fathom? I cannot believe he was so forward, he must be a man used to getting what he wants, when he wants it. Well he can't have me! I briefly thought about the perks of being one (as seen in Le Divorce) but not as a viable option of course! I actually pictured me at dinner with a man who could easily be one of my parents' friends (though I doubt any of them would ever do that type of thing!), but it would be such a different dynamic, and nooooo, there's no way. So yeah, first time being asked to be some guy's mistress today! That's something new to add to 'Life Experiences.'
What song is playing on my iTunes right now: What I'm reading: What I'm Wearing: Back to anecdotal journalism again! - Tuesday, May 1st, 2007 |