Like... Hel-LOOO?

I have to say I gotta take my hat off to those people who can just walk up to total strangers and start hitting on talking to them. Seriously. It must take a lot of... something... to do that. Could be sheer guts. Or a really dense epidermis. Or even a total lack of disregard for personal boundaries.

Whatever it is, I definitely don't have it. Only once in my life have I ever asked a guy I barely know for his number. And that, only after weeks of bumping into him (a few of those times quite literally) and exchanging nods, smiles and brief exchanges of words too stilted to be conversations. Honestly, I blog better than I talk.

So yeah, when someone approaches me out of the blue, I won't just tell them to fuck off. I have, after all, been brought up to be polite and gracious. I'll allow for some half-hearted smiles. I'll even try not to roll my eyes (especially if you're drop-dead gorgeous). I might even open up to you if you were my type and you manage to make the right connection.

But please, if I've parried your attempts at invasive small talk by giving you barely audible monosyllabic grunts followed by the prompt sticking of my nose back into my book, for like, ten times already... then please take the hint and make a graceful exit, no harm done.

Understand this: An unwelcome advance is not an offense.

Persistent interruption of my reading is.