4:22 p.m. - 03.31.2003
Hit on again...
Walking casually down the grocery store aisle.
Looking aimlessly at the products on the shelves.
A man is coming my way, and I think he's staring at me.
He approaches me.
"You are so beautiful."
I smile and say "Thank you."
He starts to walk away, but says "What's your name?"
I tell him, and he says:
"How old are you, eighteen?"
"Yeah."
"Well, you sure are beautiful. Beautiful smile, too."
This is like the second time some old dude [old enough to be my dad] has approached me like this in a grocery store.
The grocery store.
No place is safe now.
