t a t t a r r a t t a t: pheromones?

i'm on fire the past couple of weeks. muni drivers love me. trolley drivers? forget about it. random street dudes? all over this.
it's starting to creep me out. here's the past few days:

on the trolley monday the driver started talking to me right when i hopped on. it was a full train, people had to interrupt him to ask for their stops. a little embarrassing.

on the trolley on wednesday the driver walked up to me after i got on the train and whispered "you're beautiful." he didn't whisper it quietly enough so that the people around couldn't hear, they all laughed. then he got the other two trolley operators to come over and they huddled in the corner looking at me and smiling all weird. he asked if i was cold, i said "no, i'm perfect," bad answer. he kept making comments and everyone was laughing the whole way home.

walking down market on a break from thursday's jury duty bobby started chasing me. i heard him yelling behind me but i was in a hurry and he looked creepy so i just kept walking. he walked with me a few blocks, asked if i was married, i said yes and he got mad and called me a liar. asked where i was going in such a hurry, i told him i was on my way to the court house. "i'm trying to seduce you here on the street and you're worried about getting back to the court house?!"
yep.
"whatever, i only talked to you because of your boobs. and i'm not sorry for that."

walking home from jury duty thursday afternoon i met deryl. he's going to win the jackpot any day now but he needed me to wish him luck (over and over again). he also wanted me to know that he looks a lot better when he shaves and has on clean clothes. and that he stays at the america hotel ("right there, you know, the america!"). and he lives with his EX-wife. 671-4309. or something like that. EX-wife. they were only married a month and then they got it annulled. i'm to look him up when he wins the jackpot. he doesn't drink or do drugs, he's very up to date on his current events, and he's a conspiracy theorist. we talked for half an hour...sometimes it's hard to just walk away.

oh! it's my birthday, time to go open up my presents!! woot!!

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miss claire