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I Was Walking Into to Target and He Looked at My Hair and Said....

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LGL! :grin: You Give the Best Narratives & Reviews!

You actually Made me Feel Like I was there too!:blush:

Keep Rockin' that Natural Hair Girlfriend.

Thanks For Sharing.:yep:
 
Is it bad that I think it was cute? :ohwell:I don't think he was trying to be disrespectful...even if it was done in a weird way.
 
Ok, that was hysterical.....I had to read it to my husband so he didnt think I was crazy. He laughed too.
 
nah, that running up on you and groaning over your shoulder was extremely disrespectful.

old heads know better

Well..... Did he actually groan.... and then say " yes my sista"...etc? If that's the case, absolutely he was crossing the line. I was under the impression he was actually groaning the words "yes.. my sista...."

Does that make sense????:perplexed
 
hehe, it is a cute story and I agree it read really well!

I get creeped out when people get in my space too...glad to hear it turned out well.
 
Wow! and I thought I was the only that had strange encounters like that! You must be doing something right to make such a lasting impression.:grin:
 
LOL!! Thats a cute story...Im sure he just luvs a natural sista and couldnt express himself the way he probably should have!! Knowing me I would be giving him a history lesson on my hair...haha
 
I was walking into Target.

A black gentleman about my father's age, who looked as though he had just had a run in with an angry mob (don't ask:lachen:), eyed me like a side of bacon, on my way in.

As he RUSHED up behind me quickly, FULLY entering my personal space and with his best impression of Barry White GROANED (yes, groaned), right over my shoulder:

"Ye-e-eah, my sista-a-a'! You go 'he-e-ead, gir-r-rl! Go 'he-e-ead!"

I get cat calls often enough to realize no good comes from acknowledging them. :nono: That and I'm a well-mannered lady. I don't respond to being whistled at like a common cur. I prefer to be approached in a polite manner and I readily respond, warmly, in kind. :yep:

Feeling as I do, about these things...I ignored him and continued on with my shopping.

He FOUND me. :wallbash:

In the MAKE-UP aisle.

I'm a bit worried at this point as we stare each other down. There's no use in my pretending I didn't see him. He was nearly six feet tall...we were the only two in the aisle...and I tried looking away, only to find he continued standing there. :look:

He eyes me for a moment and then says:

"You the first I've seen, with 'er hair natural. That's what I meant...when I said that, before."

Relief flooded over me at this point. I like to give people the benefit of the doubt. However, when strange men rush upon me, speaking in suggestive tones and whisper words of endearment in my ear...I find myself less then amused. Call me crazy. :lachen:

At his words, I smile, nod and reply:

"I see! Thank you! I appreciate it."

He gave a nod in return and continued on.

It was a terribly odd, but terribly wonderful moment.

I'm sure he's a very nice man (I type that with absolute sincerity).

...

He just needs to work on his delivery. :lachen:


I love your writing style. It captures me and keeps me interested in reading more. Good job! :yep:
 
You know how to tell a great story. Also some men do not know how to act when they see a woman that is very pretty. No matter how old they are!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Sorry you went thru that experience. It did turn out well and you can always sell a story (or product) so descriptively.

I'm saddened by the fact that even grown men are acting up in public. I know age doesn't mean maturity but you would hope by a certain point in life you would realize how you should really act.
 
Very cute story. :) Brightened up my day.

I've had something like that happen once before but the guy was less cordial... and more suggestive grunt-ish than any actual words... o_o
 
You are hilarious! I fell out at "common cur"! That sounds like something I would say!

Anyhoo, that man should well have known better and I hope he will moderate his tone next time. But we all like to get compliments.... as long as they aren't moaned into one's ear by all and sundry.
 
"Ye-e-eah, my sista-a-a'! You go 'he-e-ead, gir-r-rl! Go 'he-e-ead!"

Grrrrrr....Grumble grumble...

All that's missing is a hearty Mmmm, mmm, mmm,

Comical!
 
Maybe his elevator didn't go all the way to the top floor but he meant well.


In any event :lachen::lachen::lachen: oooh boy I needed that laugh!!
 
I was walking into Target.

A black gentleman about my father's age, who looked as though he had just had a run in with an angry mob (don't ask:lachen:), eyed me like a side of bacon, on my way in.

As he RUSHED up behind me quickly, FULLY entering my personal space and with his best impression of Barry White GROANED (yes, groaned), right over my shoulder:

"Ye-e-eah, my sista-a-a'! You go 'he-e-ead, gir-r-rl! Go 'he-e-ead!"

I get cat calls often enough to realize no good comes from acknowledging them. :nono: That and I'm a well-mannered lady. I don't respond to being whistled at like a common cur. I prefer to be approached in a polite manner and I readily respond, warmly, in kind. :yep:

Feeling as I do, about these things...I ignored him and continued on with my shopping.

He FOUND me. :wallbash:

In the MAKE-UP aisle.

I'm a bit worried at this point as we stare each other down. There's no use in my pretending I didn't see him. He was nearly six feet tall...we were the only two in the aisle...and I tried looking away, only to find he continued standing there. :look:

He eyes me for a moment and then says:

"You the first I've seen, with 'er hair natural. That's what I meant...when I said that, before."

Relief flooded over me at this point. I like to give people the benefit of the doubt. However, when strange men rush upon me, speaking in suggestive tones and whisper words of endearment in my ear...I find myself less then amused. Call me crazy. :lachen:

At his words, I smile, nod and reply:

"I see! Thank you! I appreciate it."

He gave a nod in return and continued on.

It was a terribly odd, but terribly wonderful moment.

I'm sure he's a very nice man (I type that with absolute sincerity).

...

He just needs to work on his delivery. :lachen:

He may have realized he scared you a bit with his first comments so he wanted to reassure you with the second comments.
 
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