Awkward Moments With Goldfish: Creepy Perv Edition

I’m a relatively attractive female. I’m tall and proportionate with blonde hair and nice green eyes. They’d probably love me in Japan. However, I live in Los Angeles, the same city as Angelina Jolie, Salma Hayek, Giselle, Halle Berry and Scarlett Johansson.

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Hello, neighbors.

I’m an attractive female for, say, northern Michigan, where my parents live, but in Los Angeles, I hardly make the cut. I’m no Giselle and I am perfectly okay with that. Really, I am. I don’t want to be a star. If I had been born looking like Angelina Jolie, I might have no other choice and that would suck.

One of the reasons I like living in LA is that I’m not the prettiest girl around by a long shot. I don’t want attention. I love being an anonymous member of the crowd, which is why it’s so weird that I’ve had a spate of random admirers of late.

Today, we’re going to talk about some strange but true encounters that I’ve had in the past few weeks.

Prius Guy

If you follow me on Facebook or Twitter, you might have seen this:

twitI was standing outside on a break from work enjoying the sunshine and doing stuff on my phone when an older foreign dude in a Toyota Prius drove by, reversed about twenty feet, rolled down his window and asked if he could ask me a personal question.

What are you supposed to say when a total stranger asks if they can ask you a personal question? My response was to shrug my shoulders in a not very encouraging way. He asked, “Do you have a boyfriend?” to which I happily almost shouted, “YES!” because I initially thought the personal question might be even more personal.

Even if I didn’t have a weird, complicated, near-boyfriend thing with Male, I would have said I had a boyfriend to a guy who hit on me on the street in a Prius.

Cardboard Sign Guy

I take the freeway to work and back. Every day, when I get off the freeway to go home, there’s someone at the exit asking for money. Usually, it’s a different person and there’s never more than one. They must have some territorial rotation trade agreement worked out so that they’re all not congregated there at once.

I generally ignore them. For whatever reason, I’ll sometimes give money to people as a pedestrian, but never when I’m driving. It’s probably an invasion of personal space sort of thing. I don’t want people reaching in my car.

So, I was busily ignoring said panhandler, waiting for the light to change, when he walked up to my car with his sign and asked me if I could spare some change. I said no. Then, he asked me if I’d like to go out sometime.

I’m not one of those women who’s all that concerned about social status or money in a potential mate. I don’t have a salary requirement, but I do kind of hope that a potential mate might have taken a shower sometime this month and have a mailing address. Stringent standards, I know.

I have to credit cardboard sign guy with gumption. It’s not every day that a filthy homeless dude works up the courage to ask a non-homeless woman out, or it could be that he asked every female who drove by. I’m not sure.

In any event, I’ve never been asked out by a homeless guy holding a cardboard sign before. I regret to inform you that I declined his generous offer to buy him a meal.

Dog Park Guy

I take my dog to the dog park every day since we no longer have a yard for her to go insane in. Now, she goes insane in the dog park every day. I’ve gotten to know a lot of the regulars there.

Last weekend, it was rather warm, so I wore a skirt to the dog park. It wasn’t a short skirt. It was well and truly covering my behind and then some, but above the knee. Nor was it fancy at all. It was an olive-green, machine washable cargo skirt, similar to this one:

Image from amazon.com

Image from amazon.com

I was standing there chit-chatting with some of the regulars, when I felt a cold nose on the back of my leg. One of the dogs was trying to go up my skirt from behind, the cheeky monkey. He didn’t make it very far before I turned around. There were a couple of men who thought that was the funniest thing in the world. The guy whose dog it was said, “Well, that’s what you get for dressing sexy.”

That was not the first time that guy made some remark about how I’m cute or attractive. He’s mostly harmless and married, so I typically blow it off, but this particular remark rubbed me the wrong way. I was wearing muddy Converse with a cargo skirt and a plain black T-shirt. That is not my idea of “dressing sexy.” His use of the word “sexy” irritated me. Had I been wearing the same shoes and shirt with shorts, he wouldn’t have said that. Now, I’ll think twice before I wear a skirt to the dog park again. Thanks, jerk.

Bike Guy

Just last night, I was out walking my dog. It was the last time before bed that we go out, so it was somewhere around 10:30pm. I was waiting for her to finish sniffing and do her business when a guy a rode by on a bike. He had one of those lights on his bike which is powered by pedaling so it was flashing as he approached.

When he got about five feet from me, he stopped his bike and said, “You’re beautiful. I love you,” and rode away. Dumbfounded, I watched his flashing light go on down the street. Meanwhile, I was ready for bed, so I was wearing an over-sized sweatshirt, glasses and slippers. Really, dude? What the hell?


Seriously, menfolk out there, stop hitting on me. Don’t call me sexy, beautiful or tell me that you love me. You don’t know me. You have no idea who I am besides what you see. Anyone who’s drawn to me strictly on appearances will surely lose. I don’t respond to men who hit on me, and I certainly won’t believe that you love me having never spoken to me before. Knock if off.

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There are 51 comments

  1. NotAPunkRocker

    I’m still impressed that Prius guy could back up that far without a problem.

    I agree, if there is interest, there is the right way and the creepy way to let you know (even if you aren’t interested yourself). Sorry there is all creepy right now.

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  2. djmatticus

    People are strange. That’s all I’ve got…

    The only time I ever hit on random people was when I was drunk in bars in college. And, then it was only when I was visiting my brother in Arizona … something about being away from my “real” life turned me into a complete ass.

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      1. Mental Mama

        I never have understood women who would wear clothing that left nothing to the imagination. It’s almost like they’re walking around just assuming that the entire world is comprised of gynecologists. “Oh that? That’s just my bits. You’ve seen them before, right? I’m sorry, what was your name again?”

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  3. starfish

    Oh my goodness. I’m a bit torn between pitying you and snorting because it’s kinda hilarious how much unwanted attraction one single person can get. The skirt thing is rather typical though, sadly. But strangers saying “I love you” are beyond weird, I mean, do they even know the meaning of that four-syllable word? Some months ago when that random creepy guy followed be at the train station he literally called me “sweetheart” – and this isn’t even an English speaking country! (Though I’m proficient enough to swear back at him in English … hehe) Seriously, what is up with male humans?

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    1. goldfish

      I have no idea. I think it’s kind of like how cats always go to the one person in the room who doesn’t like them. I’m not at all interested in that kind of attention so they foist it upon me.

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    2. Barry

      Often it’s because that’s the way we’re expected to behave. And believe it or not, it’s frequently the female of the species who have encouraged/taught us to behave in that manner.

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      1. starfish

        I guess expectations are a really big factor for behaviour in both genders! What exactly do you mean by females encouraging/teaching men to be creepy and making weird remarks? I’m curious now.

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      2. Barry

        For example where I live there is mostly no distinction in gender roles in the workplace, yet according to my children of both sexes, it’s the male that is expected to to the asking, organising and paying for a date. Females EXPECT males to do the chasing, and from most discussions I’ve had on this topics, it’s the mothers and girlfriends who make this expectation clear.

        I don’t mean that men are encouraged to be creepy, but they are taught by females that men are supposed to make the first move. Men are not supposed to be passive. Unfortunately not all men have the necessary skill for this (and I would include myself amongst them) and so the outcome can seem weird/creepy to some females. I am what could be called “socially clumsy” and although I’ve never been called “creepy” (as far as I am aware), friends and acquaintances have admitted that they felt uncomfortable around me until that got to know me better.

        So although the events you describe do seem to be “very odd”, there is a chance that the poor soul is doing the best he could with the skill set he was given.

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  4. Sreejit Poole

    When I was 18 or 19 I kept my head shaved and I guess during this period I had more of an effeminate look because I was asked out by guys about three times during this year. Not being a homosexual it gave me a bit of a complex. The last guy that did it was the most awkward. I was standing in the laundry mat doing my laundry and a middle aged man kept looking at me (I’m 19) and he came up to me and said, “You’re so beautiful.” I was in shock. I didn’t know what to do. after a few awkward seconds I just walked out. Probably would handle it better nowadays but at that age it wasn’t working for me.
    Love your homeless man story, that’s awesome.

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  5. Katie

    I always find that men approach me the most at the gym, when I think I look terrible and/or like a total idiot. I hate when that happens because no matter what you’re doing, you have to flee or risk being watched.

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  6. Vince

    “… What are you supposed to say when a total stranger asks if they can ask you a personal question?”

    Well, I would venture the best thing to say is: “No problem, however I do have to warn you that I will comment on my estimation of the size of your penis based upon the content of your question, and quality of delivery.”

    Then, just as he’s about to ask, stop him and

    [if you’re in a devilish mood, you might raise a little finger]

    add: “just before you get started, you should know that you’re pretty deep in a hole already thanks to your mode of transportation… Now, go ahead, ask away!”

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  7. The Cutter

    Well if we’re not going to judge solely on appearances, what are we going to judge based on?

    What if instead of driving a Prius, he had driven a Tesla? I bet you’d be changing your tune!

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  8. Blathering

    Dog park man sounds like a twat. I think you can trust your instinctive response. It’s all about the choice of words and the intention you sense behind them. Reversing Prius guy sounds like a twat too. Perhaps living in L.A. has gone to his head and he thinks he is a character in a movie, reversing back to the woman of his dreams. The others….just weird. I hope for your sake that’s the last of the weirdness!

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