I am by nature a story teller y’all. Over the last 6 months or so, I have been having similar experiences. This incident occurred on Sunday, March 18, 2012. I know you must put yourself in places to meet compatible people. However, this wasn’t something on my mind. I am just out and about minding my business. Actually, I was just engrossed reading my book. When I am like this, everyone just fades into the background.
Anyway, I heard an “excuse me mam.” So naturally I looked up to see if the voice was addressing me. Standing before me, pushing a walker (invalid), with a doo rag on his head was a male who had to be at least 10 years my junior and already broke down. Anyway, to make a long story short, he tried to mack me. I politely turned him down. He saunters away, pushes his walker forward out my space.
I swear to you guys I must have something about my look that make these types of males approach me. Maybe they think that because I am a Black older female, I am pretty desperate and open to their advances. I guess he figured I make a good nurse to wipe the spittle from his mouth, and change his bed pan. So now a male in a doo rag and one foot in grave yard thought I might be interested. It was incredulous and sad and funny all at once.
In the L.A. Banks threads, I have a threads called Sistahs Man Settlin’ and the Losers & Dead Beats. Please feel free to offer your two cents.
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