My Morning : A story about me getting hit on by a stranger

9:45 am

So I’m walking to work mindin’ my own bidness:

Then a car drives by out of the parking lot passing me on my way into the grocery store then turns around and pulls up right next to me:

And I’m just like:

So here’s some quoty things the guy said:

Him: “Hey I don’t usually do this but what’s your name? I’m Luis.”

Me: “Ummm Carla.”

Him: “You Mexican?”

Me: “Yeah…”

Him: “Oh you live around here?”

Me: “Ummm *look behind me awkwardly* I live kinda close yeah.”

Him: “Oh. What’s wrong you don’t gotta car or something?”

Me: “Umm no my mom usually drives me…”

Him: “How old are you?”

Me: “19..”

Him: “oh ok, you gotta phone number or something?”

And I’m just like:

“No that’s okay…”

Then he drove away..This what he kind of looked like to me:

LOL 

And as Lady Ranicorn said in an episode:

“And that’s the end of my story.”

I guess what I got out of that lil’ experience was:

1. Glad I’m a goody goody and “don’t” talk to strangers or give them my phone number

2. I’m glad God is sending signs that I’m not a total ugly piece of crap that has no chance. 

3. Kinda begger can’t be chooser-y feel cause those are the only kinda guys that hit on me