Post-a-thon part 3
Aug. 30th, 2006 03:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hazliyaOkay, so the reason I asked for the description of a hooker was this:
When walking home from Lancaster St. on Saturday, I heard a car beep at me, so I turned to see a guy in a nice car waving at me. Thinking it might've been a professor or friend, I shrugged it off.
Said car pulls in a few streets ahead of me, then as I'm walking by the gas station, pulls up next to me with the window rolled down.
"Want to party tonight?"
I was stunned for a second, then said "No, thanks."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
And I kept walking, glancing behind me all the while.
Now, this wasn't some teenage/college doofus doing the obnoxious "CHICK! LET'S GO HIT ON HER!" type thing, this guy was clean-cut, well-dressed, and in his early thirties by the look of it. There was no smiling or joking, this was business transaction talk.
Now, if I had been wearing hotpants, a tank top, and crazy makeup, I could understand. But I was wearing full-length jeans, flip flops, a big sweater, and my hair in a bun. The only accessory I had was a messenger/emo kid bag.
Are sweaters and jeans the new prostitute dress code? Or is the assumption that all college girls are sluts getting to this point?
It kinda spooked me a bit, I won't lie. But it's ridiculous - no eyeshadow, no lipstick, no trashy clothes - anyone on the street could be picked up for prostitution.
Erg.
-Haz
When walking home from Lancaster St. on Saturday, I heard a car beep at me, so I turned to see a guy in a nice car waving at me. Thinking it might've been a professor or friend, I shrugged it off.
Said car pulls in a few streets ahead of me, then as I'm walking by the gas station, pulls up next to me with the window rolled down.
"Want to party tonight?"
I was stunned for a second, then said "No, thanks."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
And I kept walking, glancing behind me all the while.
Now, this wasn't some teenage/college doofus doing the obnoxious "CHICK! LET'S GO HIT ON HER!" type thing, this guy was clean-cut, well-dressed, and in his early thirties by the look of it. There was no smiling or joking, this was business transaction talk.
Now, if I had been wearing hotpants, a tank top, and crazy makeup, I could understand. But I was wearing full-length jeans, flip flops, a big sweater, and my hair in a bun. The only accessory I had was a messenger/emo kid bag.
Are sweaters and jeans the new prostitute dress code? Or is the assumption that all college girls are sluts getting to this point?
It kinda spooked me a bit, I won't lie. But it's ridiculous - no eyeshadow, no lipstick, no trashy clothes - anyone on the street could be picked up for prostitution.
Erg.
-Haz
