“Are you mixed race?”
I wonder if that’s the new chat up line, which certainly isn’t working! A thirty or forty something male asked me that question just before I was about to begin my tube journey. The guy then proceeded to ask about my name and what course I’m studying at university and more personally – if I was staying in halls of residence and how long for… being the secret blonde I am (I say secret because I’m mixed race with originally black hair, who tends to be a little ditzy at times!) I answered every question but with caution!
I have an amazing gaydar, so I legit thought this guy was gay, so I thought he was some sweet potentially gay, best friend material until he asked me for my number. *Help* I awkwardly rejected him with the boyfriend card but he insisted on us being friends over Whatsapp. I ran up the platform stairs, laughing at my embarrassing encounter as he cried out (literally shouted) my name like a scene from Romeo & Juliet.
Dear professional stalker, professing your undying love to me is not going to make you anymore attractive than you already aren’t. Note to self: When someone approaches you and says, “are you mixed race?” set yourself on fire (well not literally, just make sure they have no trace of your tracks).