PROPOSALS AND PASSERBYS
It seems that anywhere we go, my roomate Lynn attracts people's attention. Someone will always stop to make a comment, and nine times out if ten it is about one of two things: her long hair, or her chest. I suppose I should mention that she has crazy-curly hair and the biggest boobs I have seen that aren't filled with silicon. Let's put it simply, she stands out in a crowd.
Well, today was a milestone in the ridiculous comments she has received. While walking down the street, minding her own business listening to her Ipod, a man from about 30 feet away starting shouting to her. Immediately, she had that "oh, shit, he's talking to me," feeling, in which situation, many people would acknowledge the man frantically trying to attract her attention.
Not Lynn.After years of uncalled for remarks about her chest and ridiculous cat calls from men in cars, she reacted a little differently.
She turned her headphones up and kept walking. At which point, the man grabbed her by the hand, and removed the ring from his finger. He got down on one knee, and right then and there, a man who she had never seen in her life, proposed to her.
People walking by could hear his vow of endless love, Lynn however, could not. The techno continued to blast in her ears as passerby's noted the momentous occasion and chanted "say yes!"
After she refused his proposal, Lynn and I walked along the same street chatting away when a man on a bicycle came towards us. Dangerously close. Inches away from our ears, he leaned over, and just as he passed us, let out the loudest, most obnoxious belch that seemed to echo on as he peddled away behind us. It stopped us dead in our tracks.
"Well," I said as we tried to figure out if that really just happened. "Only in Brooklyn can you get proposed to and burped on by complete strangers all in a single day."
Well, today was a milestone in the ridiculous comments she has received. While walking down the street, minding her own business listening to her Ipod, a man from about 30 feet away starting shouting to her. Immediately, she had that "oh, shit, he's talking to me," feeling, in which situation, many people would acknowledge the man frantically trying to attract her attention.
Not Lynn.After years of uncalled for remarks about her chest and ridiculous cat calls from men in cars, she reacted a little differently.
She turned her headphones up and kept walking. At which point, the man grabbed her by the hand, and removed the ring from his finger. He got down on one knee, and right then and there, a man who she had never seen in her life, proposed to her.
People walking by could hear his vow of endless love, Lynn however, could not. The techno continued to blast in her ears as passerby's noted the momentous occasion and chanted "say yes!"
After she refused his proposal, Lynn and I walked along the same street chatting away when a man on a bicycle came towards us. Dangerously close. Inches away from our ears, he leaned over, and just as he passed us, let out the loudest, most obnoxious belch that seemed to echo on as he peddled away behind us. It stopped us dead in our tracks.
"Well," I said as we tried to figure out if that really just happened. "Only in Brooklyn can you get proposed to and burped on by complete strangers all in a single day."
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