Friday, March 2, 2007

yes, that was me being humiliated in public

So yesterday I told you about my thwarted visit to see Dr. W, the shrink. But that wasn’t even the highlight of my day.

Leaving Dr. W’s office building, I felt very vulnerable. I popped my iPod ear buds in and turned it on. Lily Allen came on and suddenly, I started to forget (by the way, I’m going to see Lily Allen next month when she comes back to the 930 club and I’m so excited). I walked past two boys (approx. 12-13 years old) on my way to the Metro station escalator and one of them said (in a sing-song-y tone), “Hell-o.” I thought nothing of it.

After reloading my SmarTrip card, I went down to the platform to wait for the next train. The two boys I passed earlier had beaten me to the platform and met up with some friends. As I got closer to the group, the Cocky Boy who had said hi to me earlier said, “Excuse me, miss.” I didn’t turn around. Why? Because I didn’t think he was talking to me. But then he said loudly (and with a cockiness way beyond his years), “Hey baby, I just wanna talk to you, get to know you better.” What? Are you serious? Some little kid was hitting on me!

(Unfortunately, this wasn’t the first time I’ve been hit on by a kid. Probably the most memorable one was the kid who asked me for my phone number outside of Union Station while I was on my way to an Adams Morgan ‘excursion.’ I laughed it off as I walked away but, boy, was he persistent!)

I turned around to look at the kid, whose friends were egging him on. And I meant to say this in my head but somehow I said it outloud: “I’m twice your age.” His friends were smiling as Cocky Boy said, “Age ain’t nothin’ but a number!” His friends all broke out into laughter. Were they laughing at me getting hit on by their friend? Possibly. Were they laughing at Cocky Boy getting rejected? Most likely. Either way, this all happened during evening rush in front of a large number of people eager to go home. Needless to say, I was eager to go home to.

I’m glad I kept walking and didn’t stop to make Cocky Boy happy. I walked to the opposite end of the platform that Cocky Boy and his friends were congregated. And I sat and waited for a train, listening to my iPod. And as humiliated as I felt, I was grateful that Cocky Boy helped me get my mind off of things.

2 comments:

Needtsza said...

Tell me that didn't feel a Little good though?

I mean, you get hit on by younger guys....I'd take it as a major compliment.

lizzie said...

haha...you know, had i been in a different frame of mind, i probably would've been flattered...kinda. but i definitely like your spin on things!