Hit-Ons: 0 (or so I think - must be a slow day)
Noteworthy Hit-On Tales: But, my friend did tell me how she was walking to a show at 4pm on Saturday afternoon when a car pulled up next to her. A man leaned over and asked her if she needed a ride (note: in a lascivious way). She declines.
Yesterday, I went to go buy a can of mace (the 3-in-1 kind with capsasin, military-grade tear gas, and UV dye to aid in suspect identification) from 3-D Light on the Commons. The guy at the counter told me how his girlfriend started carrying mace when this guy would wait for her to get done with work and follow her around. Strangely enough, this same logic would apply shortly afterward.
As I cross Cayuga, two young guys in basketball jerseys (probably early 20s or so) head toward me and kind of leer as I pass. I ignore them and continue to the porn store, where I go to buy a gag present for my friend who's leaving town. While I browse the aisles, the two young guys come into the store, see me, and say hi. I say hi back, furrow my brow, and continue to ignore them as I search for a present. Standing behind me, they talk about these two Asian girls they were "going to bang" but couldn't because "they were into it one minute but not the next." I continue to ignore them and go up to talk to the guy at the counter. My friend Shorty, who works there, shows up and tells me about how she's starting a burlesque group and that I should check it out.
I'm interested, but super hungry, so I just give her my number and book it to Diamonds to get my Indian buffet fix. I walk inside and the waitress is no where to be found, so I wait a few minutes. Next thing I know, there's a knock at the restaurant door behind me. I turn around and it's one of the young guys in the entrance, but behind the glass door. I start to go open the door, but then stop and just look at him with a "WTF" expression. The guy smiles, gestures for me to come out, makes a lewd hand gesture implying oral sex, and then waves me to "come on." I am appalled, and shake my head "no" with an "are-you-friggin-crazy?!" expression. And that, folks, is the story of how I was followed this past week.
Look, I'm not saying that I am crazily prudish. I was in a porn store, acting pretty non-chalant about the situation and browsing the lube section. However, that is not a statement that I WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH EVERYONE. So, does the act of entering a porn store thereby make me sexually available? I mean, this is pretty far from consent (to solicitation, in this case). One of the things the mother of my friend (from the car story earlier) asked her was if the guy thought she was a prostitute. It would probably make more sense in my example, but the point is you can't assume "willingness" just by what a girl is wearing or her entering an establishment of ill-repute.
I could go on about the racial implications about Asian sexuality. It seems they saw the contrast between the two Asian girls from their story ("they were REAL Asians, man") who refused them and myself who must be sexually available just by being in a place where sex is acceptable (in a porn store no less!). I don't know what exactly they were thinking, but it did sound much like the "gentle lotus-blossom"/"hyper-sexed dragon lady" motif that is common in stereotypes of Asian women (see "Madonna"/"Whore" motif - basic female dichotomy cited in gender lit). This is why I can't stand guys with Asian fetishes. I am neither. Well, mostly. I am certainly not a "lotus blossom." But, as a "dragon lady," I have standards (like for instance, talking to someone before being asked to engage in sexual behavior).
Anywho, the point is... this should not happen. Why should I feel uncomfortable about where I go? Somewhere along the lines, they thought this was a good idea and that they would have been rewarded for their actions. Did this somehow work in the past? I blame it on the fact that they were young and just being stupid.
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