Those of you who have taken the Fung Wah bus from New York to Boston (or vice versa) know it's a harrowing experience at best, but if you keep your head down and are lucky enough to get a seat to yourself, you should be just fine. That is, if you don't have an "Armani" sitting behind you.
On these trips between home and school I would do my homework. And that's what I was doing this day. It was only after I had turned off my light and was attempting to sleep did Armani make initial contact. He didn't want to disturb my work. How considerate.
He tapped me on the shoulder, he needed a pen. Armani woke me up because he needed a pen. Okay, I could deal with that. I handed back the pen, fully expecting to doze off again. But Armani had other plans. Once he asked me where I was from, I knew he hadn't needed that pen. I wanted to snatch it out of his hand and bizarrely, I wanted to call him Pinocchio. I refrained. Until he took it one step further.
"Can I come visit you at school?" The answer was obviously no, no, and no. But instead I said, "You're free to go wherever you want (Pinocchio)." He pushed, "Yes, but I haven't been invited." This was my cue to say, "And you never will be," grab my pen, and fall asleep immediately. I wasn't facing him, I could have easily transitioned into a slouch--making it impossible for him to speak to me between the space in the chairs. But I missed my opportunity. And then this happened:
Armani: Do you have a Boyfriend?
Bianca: Yes.
Armani: How are you getting home?
Bianca: My mom is picking me up.
Armani: Oh, P.Diddy treatment.
Yes, Armani, I too see the striking similarities between P.Diddy and myself. To this day, I get anxious when picking a seat--who might be lurking waiting to strike? If only Armani, if that's his real name, and quite frankly I don't think it is, had known what I'm about to tell you: Sometimes you need to recognize you're spitting game at the wrong person. You obviously misread the situation, cut your losses, and make a quick exit.
Have you ever been a situation like this? How do you avoid unwanted advances?
Comments (14)
you run into the weirdest people.
I feel you. It's especially hard for me because I'm aromantic and instead of going into a long lecture about what that is, I usually have to suffer in silence. Key word usually though because I've found that since I'm really bad at detecting when someone is flirting with me, people who hit on me just give up after a while. I only realize later on that I was being hit on, long after the conversation has ended. My lack of knowledge for the win!
Yeah, I escape the situation. That's hard on a bus though.
That sucks. He's a creeper
@XoAsianBabioX@xanga - I was thinking the same thing!!
I laugh when I get nervous so probably laugh at him, and manage to get myself out of that situation somehow.
something about those ghetto chinatown buses bring out the sleaziest guys. I was asleep and woke up to some guy sitting behind me petting my hair. I woke up confused and his wife slapped his hand.
Yes, and I tell them frankly "I'm flattered, and not interested" if they persist I will laugh and say "no really, I'm not interested" and "Go away now."
It works rather well.
Happens too often to me. I smile and continue to talk because I'm too weak to say "No leave me alone."
When I smile, people go out of their way to be nice to me. Almost everyone says I have a nice smile.
When I don't. That's another story.
So when I want to avoid people, like on the Chinatown buses or the train to work, I just plug my mp3 in and don't smile and/or glare.
It works most of the time.
YEAH IT HAPPENED TO ME... AND I'M SO EMBARASSED TO TALK ABOUT IT...
@blingblingpiggy@xanga - I would have had a heart attack right there and then!
what a creeper. I've taken the bus between boston and ny tons of times and have unfortunately met many people like him. And it sucks when you're waiting on line for a bus and they just start talking to u or (even worse) when they sit next to u and then start to bother u. I keep my ipod in and act like i'm exhausted or call my bf and then put my headphones back in. they're just annoying. HATE them. lol
I run into these situation occasionally. I have a few creepers. I usually try to be nice about i. Except in one situation when the guy got my number from a friend and then stalked me for a month (until i called the police and they actually decided to do something about it). But i applaud you for being nice about it and holding in your feelings. Thats what I would do.
haha. This happened to me when I was in college. A random guy started up a conversation with me & a friend of mine. My friend was the smart one.. I was the clueless one. She gave him polite one-word responses & I let him keep chattering away with us. He asked a lot of personal questions & by the end of the trip back to NYC, he had gotten my cell phone number. & so began him finding me on campus & knocking on my dorm room door. >.<
I learned that lesson the hard way. Now, I know to never give my number out to "nice" strangers.