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14 May 2010 @ 05:37 pm
beware electric blue docs  
I wore my electric blue Doc Martens today (and matching sunglasses).

On my walk to the Crumpet Shop for breakfast this morning (they will indeed make me groats with steamed soy milk and honey while I'm on this crazy diet. sweet.), a guy complimented my elephant <3 <3 bag on Pine, and when I turned to say thanks, he was a vaguely familiar rasta/hippy face from Capitol Hill. He lit up and asked me my name, and introduced himself as Forest. He asked me if I liked rock shows and invited me to a metal show at a friend's house near Neumo's tonight. I haven't been able to find anyone to go with me yet though, so I probably won't. I didn't get an even faint creepy vibe off of this guy, but there are some calculated risks I won't take in spite of very decent odds.

At breakfast, I bantered with the staff, and the white guy who isn't one of the owners who I am inexplicably and ridiculously attracted to, was there, and I said Hi to him awkwardly. Stephanie, a super cute petite white brunette, who generally plays the role of Cashier, had a great t-shirt on today: "don't trust me, i'm an actress". I wonder if she does comedy sports. I'll ask her next time when there's less of a line.

From there, I started my ritual post-Crumpet Shop pre-work stroll down 1st Ave corridor, stopping to admire all of the dress shops I like on the way. Synapse is going out of business, and everything is on sale. I might stop by tomorrow and see what's left.

As I passed the Library Bistro, a mixed-race guy in what I think of as hip-hop clothing, all black and white print down to the matching shoes, staggered back first over my boots, then my body. He was moving stuff into the hotel with his coworker, but stopped everything to follow me all the way to work and spent the whole time rapping to me, telling me how sexy I was and evaluating women who were passing in the other direction. It was unbelievably surreal, like I was watching a movie of myself rather than participating. Very creative / ADD vibe. His name is Optical, he moved here from L.A. last night (according to him) and is recording a rap album (also according to him) and spent the whole time trying and failing to get my number. We finally settled on him giving me his name so I could look up on Facebook if I wanted to. He was entertaining, but omfg way too aggressive. He kept asking me to tell him about my underwear, and then at one point told me all about an all orange outfit he wears in Vegas and people just give him coins and he wins the slots. As I reread what I've written here, I'm pretty sure I was in a weird movie this morning, except that nobody told me.

Got to work. Worked.

Around 3pm, I started getting ambiguous text messages from bartender Jake, which escalated into some relatively dirty text messages (while I was at work :| ), which gave me the opportunity to address whether or not I'm even interested in pursuing anything with him. I'm not. I got about an hours worth of texting, to which I replied to very little of it, mostly involving volunteering to do lots of sexual things to and for me. It was aggressive and incredibly overwhelming, but hopefully that's the end of that, I was as clear as humanly possible without actually castrating him, and he seemed to talk himself into a place where he saved face.

Tomorrow is going to the park with V and his joint-custody dog for a bit. Whether or not I develop an interest there, it's much more my speed.

Electric blue shoes and an overwhelming state of indifference ... I wish it was easier to feel flattered with stuff like this, but honestly I just feel stressed out and like I have to defend and protect myself.

Calm, quiet curiousity about me is about a million times more appealing than frantic, loud sexual appreciation. I just don't know what to do with it.

At the end of this completely surreal oddity of a day, I wish there was someone I felt safe with to wrap their body around me and tell me they like my brain.
 
 
 
♪☆♪☆fairgotham on May 15th, 2010 12:53 am (UTC)
Hmm...I like this entry. And I love me some bright Docs! ;)
Kburgunder on May 15th, 2010 01:04 am (UTC)
Bright Docs are on my top ten list of things that make me REALLY HAPPY! The day our Doc Marten store in Seattle started carrying them, I was walking (already late) to a surprise birthday party where i was the distraction for the birthday girl, and when I saw them in the window, I confess, I dragged her in there with a complete disregard for getting her to her party. Fastest big$ purchase I've ever made, heh ;> The second I saw they fit (I wear a US size 4.5-5 which is Often Problematic(tm)) they were MINE!
Kburgunder on May 15th, 2010 01:07 am (UTC)
The metal show invite made me happy. I think I might've gone by myself if that was the only thing that happened today.

Optical and Jake, though they didn't really do anything wrong, left me feeling unsafe. I have a very poor reaction to sexual aggression, even when it is intended in a friendly and complimentary way, which I believe everything was today. I feel like such an alien when this kind of thing happens. I don't have this happen a lot, but maybe once every other year in the Spring or Fall I'll just have a day like this where, I don't know, I'm ovulating really hard or something and I'm just sexier than usual. When it happens, I'm left feeling stressed out and unsafe, and I've had many people express envy or admonish me for not being more grateful. I don't know what to do with that either.
King Ratgkr on May 15th, 2010 04:36 am (UTC)
Chipmunk Kim.
Kburgunder on May 16th, 2010 04:20 am (UTC)
Oh, yes, so been hearing you in my head on this one :)
Varnvarn_ix on May 15th, 2010 10:22 am (UTC)
Why the hell don't interesting things like this happen to me? Probably because I don't have exciting shoes.

I like your brain, but I fail on the other two counts.
Kburgunder on May 16th, 2010 04:20 am (UTC)
Report back findings with the acquisition of exiting shoes ;>
Greymalkingreymalkin on May 15th, 2010 02:29 pm (UTC)
Sorry I can't give you a real hug...
...but you know I've always loved your brain. :)

It's been far too long since I've seen/chatted with you. I've remarked to Herself more than once that I'd like to invite you over for dinner sometime; I think she'd appreciate you as much as I do. Interested?

In any case, *hugs*.

Kburgunder on May 16th, 2010 04:23 am (UTC)
Re: Sorry I can't give you a real hug...
Interested and, in fact, I would love to! Note that I'm on a crazy diet to determine food allergies right now so am a complete pain in the ass to cook for. The list includes such things as corn, corn oil, corn syrup, sugar, wheat, cow dairy, and yeast, plus a whole bunch of obscure stuff. I would love to come even if I just eat carrots ;)
junoimeldajunoimelda on May 15th, 2010 11:12 pm (UTC)
Oh man. I don't always like tons of looks-based attention either, particularly when it's so in your face like that. I mean, on the one hand I enjoy knowing I've still "got it", so to speak, but on the whole it makes me want to go hide somewhere, or maybe put on a burqa.

Synapse is closing?? SAD. I've only been there a few times but the staff are always extremely friendly and willing to let me try things on even though it's abundantly clear that I can't afford anything in there. If only I could have afforded to support such a cool store. *sigh*
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Kburgunder on May 17th, 2010 03:27 am (UTC)
He can do lots of accents, and has a peculiar one of his own. I don't think he's ever lived in Russian though. France, the Netherlands, New Mexico, California, here. Do you know a Valient, too?
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Kburgunder on May 17th, 2010 03:52 pm (UTC)
Ha! Right ;>

The first Laika made through a Ukrainian winter. This Laika made through the New Orleans flooding, but is not at all fond of water.