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[ SECRET POST #4434 ]

⌈ Secret Post #4434 ⌋

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[The Good Place]

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[Taskmaster]

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[The Umbrella Academy, "We Only See Each Other at Weddings and Funerals"]

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[Criminal Minds S04E15, "Zoe's Reprise"]

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[FBI (2018)]

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[Cameron Britton playing Ed Kemper in Mindhunter]

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Basically people you've only met or saw once, but they made such an impression on you that you still think about them on occasion.

In honor of the older guy I saw once who bought ten pounds of ham only wearing overalls, no other clothes underneath.

A guy wearing jeans, no shirt and a giant foam cowboy hat, pushing a completely empty shopping cart across the street late at night in downtown Los Angeles.

I helped a friend with some cleaning/renovating at his bar, so I was wearing pretty scruffy clothes/didn't really think about dressing up.

Ended up getting dragged to a club afterwards. A girl approached me in the toilets while I was brushing my hair and (in the space of about 20 seconds) proceeded to do it for me, ponytailed it, adjusted my clothes, tucked my shirt in, adjusted my tits in my bra and toddled away saying "you're pretty, you just need to put in a bit more effort."

I was so dumbfounded I just sort of stood there when what I should have done was say "who are you and why the fuck have you got your hands up my shirt"

That about beat out literally everything I could think of... Wow...;;

An emaciated youngish woman in the mall foodcourt who was quickly and quietly dumping people's leftovers into a large ziplock bag. When I say she was emaciated, I mean she was skin and bones. And she was just dumping all the food into one bag together so it formed a kind of sludge.

I would have bought her a bunch of food, except I'm not actually sure she was poor. She didn't have the look of a homeless person. Plus, the amount of leftover food she amassed in a few minutes - while disgusting - would've fed at least two people for a day, so I'm not actually sure she was taking it to eat it, given she looked to be subsisting on maybe 500 calories a day. I hope to god she wasn't taking it home to her starving family or something. In hindsight I definitely should've asked her if she needed me to buy her food. I was just so disturbed that I kind of froze and after a couple more minutes she left.

Shit. I have so many times where this has happened to me- but I am totally drawing a blank right now...
So- I'm left with the times that I could possibly be that person, (according to the people I tell some of these stories to, and honestly myself, when I have the time to think back on it;;) once or twice in my life;;...

I remember one time I was coming home from a doctors appointment and stopped to get a pita real quick before heading home. The guy who took my order asked me what I had planned that night, as I was wearing a casual, (imo) yet well put together dress(?);; I got a lot of similar comments in the past with that same outfit, but usually I went along with whatever people were saying, and mostly only told half truths...
This time however; I looked at him straight, and said I was planning to go right to sleep when I got home... Maybe it was the way his face dropped that made it seemed kinda memorable- (not to mention, it was barely two in the afternoon when I said this/absolutely, totally meant it;;) It didn't help that I just asked for extra cooked, and raw mushrooms as the only additive to go with the chicken ceaser I ordered. I don't really know, but over all it was very awkward I have to say...

(I'm like being assaulted by all the other times I was extremely unfortunate right now. But aside from the time when the liquor store began to ask for specific addresses, and when I gave them mine, they no hold bars went 'ahh, that explains the wine boxes then' + etc... I'm really too embarrassed to mention the rest;; As I'm sure you could imagine;;)

There are also the times when people have complemented me out of the blue, some very kindly, and others not so much- but I'll reply to my own comment in the case some triggers might apply;;

So I was wondering if I should put this in the question thread or not, but I figured it was so late in the night/day, it didn't matter...

I have- and on more than a handful of occasions... been mistaken for a prostitute...

The first time I was just about to turn fifteen, and this old dude was slowly keeping pace with me on the street, just looking at me. I noticed right away, but tried to ignore it. He was riding his scooter in the bike lane, (he was a very overweight, past middle age, dirty dude) and it was maybe midday at best. But then he called out to me, "Hey you have a boyfriend waiting for you?" and most of my problem is making the first mistake I guess, cause, of course, I answered, 'no'. Then, in the most crude way possible, he asked me if 'I wanted to make a good buck to give him a good time.' Yeah... Obviously, I said no... He kept the same pace with me for the rest of the street (a good three blocks) before I turned off and ran away;;...
A few times after that, it happened with people in my age group at least (mostly);; One of my best friends got into drugs when they entered high school, and while I didn't follow, I still hung out with their crowd. One time at a party this drug dealer was severely high, and offered me literally everything in his wallet if I slept with him;; It was well over three hundred bucks, but I just gave him a hug, and said sorry, no... (he was actually really nice, but I just wasn't interested, money or not;;)
The most recent time, I had just finished an allergists appointment in the summer, and while walking back to my car a few blocks away. (in full jeans, and a heavy woolen sweater to cover up the hives from my appointment) I accidentally made eye contact with a guy driving towards me, and smiled. He pulled a full turn, and stopped in the driveway of the parking lot where I happened to leave my vehicle. In typical 'me' fashion (how I image most of these instances start, i suppose;;) I kept walking thinking he made a wrong turn, or, and as I get closer, he's looking to me for directions?;; Instead he asks "if I'm working." me being me, I have no fucking clue what he's saying, and ask him to repeat himself... He asks me the same thing, and I just take it literally- long enough to answer his question, before coming to my senses... He apologizes, at least, and drives off...;;

The thing is I have no idea why this keeps happening to me?;; I have a bad habit of making awkward eye contact, and smiling is literally my default reaction to /everything/... So for like half of these adventures I could maybe the reason that could be the case??- but fuck man... I'm just some stranger walking down the street, leave me alone!
If like /anyone/ is reading this, it appears I need a lot more info on whoring than I thought;; So please reply??

Ugh... this sucks;;

Guy at the train station. Held himself like he was ex military. Very expensive wool overcoat and bespoke shoes. Thick cuff with engraved dragon heads on his wrist. He looked exceptional and just like a bond villain. He had the kind of magnetism that drew your eye.

I used to walk a particular route to work past a local high school, and I would pass lots of kids going the opposite direction to school. I typically wore my headphones and was usually fairly invisible. Teens where I live don't tend to be that social outside their age group, so neither I nor them ever really acknowledged each other. Then one day I was passing a boy of about 13 or 14, and he looked right at me and gave me the sweetest little hesitant smile. I was so surprised and immediately smiled back at him. I saw him maybe a couple more times in the next few months, and each time he looked right up and smiled, each time more confident than the last.

I moved house and stopped walking that route to work, and I never saw him again. But I often think about that kid and how his little friendly sunshine smile made my day. I hope he achieves all he wants in life and more.

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