Sunday, March 03, 2002

Voodoo Gets the Digits

Two nights ago, someone I didn't know heard me walking and said, 'you're got that purposeful walk.' I do walk fairly hard (ask my bro who lives downstairs from me) and even my students hear me coming. It's funny because they know when I'm coming, so they straighten up...At any rate, I have this tendency to walk with some purpose. Doing so, I've noticed that it really impacts the way you carry yourself, and the way that people perceive you. It is indeed, my power walk.

So I tend to do this when I am in unfamiliar territory, and always at work. It's quite intriguing. I know I don't seem like I'm clueless if I have that 'purpose.' Which in fact is the case most of the time.

I'm cruisin', doing my thang in the Prudential Shops, and I notice a man walking in the opposite direction. He's older, kinda scraggly looking. He sees me, does a U turn, and starts to go in my general direction. I take off my name tag which is dangling from my bag and has my FULL name (my real name too, but I'll tell you more about that later) and my place of employment, and I dump it in my bag. All by instinct and doesn't look forced. I'm thinking, "oh, he probably forgot something," then just go in my merry way. I don't care, I even try to bypass him, and he almost bumps into me (please see The Big Aiyah for 'weak game'). He makes niceties, apologizing and what not. I blow him off, and he starts to get friendly with me. Mind you, I'm doing my purposeful walk that should normally convey that I'm not some weak minded little chick to be toyed with. He mentions that I have an accent, and this is funny to me since I think everyone here tawks funny. He correctly identifies it as "Californian" but scrubs it all when he says "Southern Californian." I let that slip and correct him. He gets all excited, introduces himself. Rudy. Just like the midget in that football movie by the same name.

He grins and politely asks me if it's cool if he gives me his number because he'd really like to take me to dinner. He has a piece of paper in hand already. Great. I said, "I am seriously attached and don't see other men." He says back, "It's all good, let me give it to you anyways, you might get unattached one of these days." Admirable. He scribbles his number and name on a freakin' bank deposit slip and thrusts it in my hand. I give him props for persistence and testicular fortitude (see Big Aiyah for that discussion). But that doesn't mean I'm going to holla.

"My name's Rudy. What's yours?"

Think fast, think fast, give out your club name. "My name is Jennifer."

He eyes me hard and if he was a wolf, he'd lick his chops. "You know who you remind me of?'

"Who?" I'm waiting to hear Margaret Cho (you know how I feel about that shit). Terilyn Joe. Some Asian someone. I'm bracing myself for the comparison which will no doubt rankle me.

"You remind me of Jennifer Lopez." He thinks this wins points. I smile and bite my tongue because I can feel the "It's my big ass, ain't it" tickling in my throat. I thank him graciously and say, I've got to split for a lunch date (that never comes, btw, that prick...can't trust guys named Rocky).

There's something to be said about men with the huevos to ask a girl out or dish out the digits. Props. I don't know a lot of guys who do that - me thinks it's cool. I half wish men would step up more than they do now. I understand that girls need to step up too, but every now and then I'll do it. However, it's always nice to be stepped up to first.

Any girls in the Boston area lookin' for some lovin' (and look like Jennifer Lopez) holla at Rudy. He's ready for some lovin', but not from this chick.

617-536-2673.

hoolllllllllllaaaaaaaa,
Voodoo

posted by Voodoo Child @ 3:48:00 PM