urbanblitz

Well on both my subway trips heading back to Brooklyn, some guy on the train had attempted to try to talk to me. Not that I have anything against the male species, considering 90 percent of my friends are guys. I was really in the mood to talk to them. I guess it might have to be the fact they were just assuming that I was from another country or that I was from China. It’s not like it has ever cross there mind that I might be an American. Eww! It’s like a sign of an asian fetish when they ask you what country you are from. Dude! Try to find a common topic to talk about. So of course, I try to give them a hint that I wasn’t interested in talking. But I guess they were kind of slow. After a while I just gave up. Creepy.