a random event on a not-so-random day.

i'm browsing a book on illustrations in kino. i browse silently, disturbing no one. earphones on. my presence has no effect on anyone, so i don't get why this weirdo has to affect me with HIS.

poke poke poke.

3 pokes; not separately, mind you, but done in one fluid motion.

with eyebrows raised and a 'yes, can i help you?' look on my face, i turn slowly to my left... only to find a guy, staring at me. seriously! just STARING. i'm talking eyes glazed, mouth agape.

okay, i know i can look intimidating, but come on.. isn't that taking things a little too far?

me: "yes?"

him: "i like your style."

me: blank look.

i was not expecting that.

for someone to come up to me and prod me (disturbing the peace & quiet i so carefully carved out for myself), i was expecting more of a plea for help or directions or "miss, can you help me? i've lost my child."

anything, but that.

him: *mumbles incoherently and then starts rambling* "i like your look... i like the way you're dressed... i mean i like the way you put the different pieces together."

me: "erm.. okay thanks?"

all this while, his eyes remain focused on me, barely blinking. his mouth is still hanging half open. unglam much?

him: "from your top to your bag.. everything. especially your belt; i mean the way it's all braided and stuff. it looks like an ANT-EATER."

me: "ermm... okay. thanks?"

how the HECK does someone, anyone, respond to a comment like THAT?

inside, i'm going: what the hell. my belt looks like an ANT-EATER?

me: *still looking at him right in the eyes* i calmly put my earphones back on and turn to my book. leaving him standing there, with only his miserable ant-eater comment to wallow in.

not half a second later, he dashes off into the almost-moonlight.

you know sometimes, just sometimes, i really wish i knew what goes on in their heads. guys, i mean. today, my sister wrote about how some random guy followed her all the way home until she practically had to beg him to leave her alone. apparently, it happens alot over there.

london, where the bad girls roam, and where the guys are... just weird.

thank god it doesn't happen often over here. i don't know what i'd do. buy a different belt?