Campfyre Stories

So I know I told you about the guy at the bus stop.  And I know I made mention of the pathetic and desperate loser on the bus.  And it’s weird that these things are happenning, because, as a fat chick, I am unaccustomed to being targeted, especially so aggressively,  but it just keeps going…

Well, on Sunday, I was running around like a madwoman.  I had just started my laundry and was power-walking to pick up some smokes.  I smiled at a guy sitting on a bench as I walked past and he smiled back.  No biggie.  But then, when I was coming back, he says "Are you in a hurry?"  "Define hurry," I said, because I kind of was, but didn’t actually need to be.

"You’re walking really fast.  I was just wondering if you had time to stop and talk to me."

"Um.  Ok.  You can have 5 minutes.  What’s up?"

"Oh, I’m just waiting on a friend, and was getting kind of lonely."

Huh.  So we chatted for a minute and then his friend showed up.  I took back off and finished my chores.

THEN, on Monday, as I was walking to the bus stop, TWO carloads of people slowed down to lean out the windows and shout "Heeeyyyy!" at me.

Here’s the thing.  I’m not doing anything differently.  I haven’t started wearing makeup or doing my hair.  Hell, I haven’t had a haircut or touched up the color in probably too long at this point.  In fact, most of the time when these people are hitting on or catcalling me I’m sweating like crazy because it’s hot and I’ve been power-walking for miles, or I’m just waking up and still partially asleep.

I don’t know why any of this is happening, but I’m not displeased.  Just a little confuzzled.

So I have decided that with all this attraction that I am apparently sending out to the world, now is the perfect time for me to try…  speed dating.

Yes, that’s right, I said speed dating.  And it’s something I’ve been wanting to experience for some time now.  In fact, Princess and I have been discussing it for YEARS.  Unfortunately, she will be out of town for the first such event in our area.  I guess I’m gonna fly this one solo, which is ok, because I think I have some kind of mojo on my side.  I feel like I’m *supposed* to go to this.

Worst case, I get a good blog post out of it, though, right?