Hit on by a stranger on the street

Ah, being hit on by a stranger on the street, what a fantasy! It already happened to me to accost some guys on the street, even on the Tube, but I have never been accosted though. And finally, on Sunday morning, it happened! But totally not in the way I had fancied it.

I was coming back from an exercise session, wet of sweat, with my little bottle of water in my hand. I passed by a guy wearing some skinny trousers, a jacket covered with spikes and long red-dyed hair. He started walking towards me and said to me:

Hello, blondie!

I wondered whether he was talking to me and turned around. He was looking at me, his eyes were like empty. He must have been either very drunk, or fucked up. No, I couldn't get hit on by an interesting or nice guy, or even, a simple guy, no, I had to get hit on by some junkie as high as a kite.

I asked him with a hypocritical smile if he was alright but he didn't answer and kept walking towards me. So I decided to ignore him and I kept walking. But he was still after me! I suddenly understood all these women harrassed on the streets by psychos. I walked faster until he gave up.

Blondie!

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