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I Have Mean Face (Maybe)

Until recently, no one has ever made a serious attempt to approach me and strike up a conversation in a bar. Actually, until recently, no one has ever made a serious attempt to approach me anywhere.

I see people look at me, but people don't come up and talk to me. I've been told that I look unapproachable, which is a distinct possibility because the face I make when I'm not making a face does have a somewhat stern appearance.

Well, all of that changed last week.

On Wednesday night, I met up with a friend after work for drinks. While I was waiting for him to show up a VERY drunk man apparently in his late 40's wearing a red t-shirt covered by a long-sleeve denim shirt with a button-down collar and plaid shorts came up to the bar and stood next to me. He said hello and asked how I was doing. I returned his greeting and said I was fine and promptly looked away.

I looked away primarily because he was extremely drunk and not very attractive but also because I was completely caught off guard by the fact that he actually spoke to me without having been introduced.

Then! On Friday night, I went out with friends and we went bar hopping. We went to Barrage, Splash, View, and Barracuda. After that, I was hungry, so we went to a diner somewhere before parting company outside the 14th St Subway stop.

Well, I went down into the station and stood against a column waiting for my train to arrive and a guy approached. At first, he stood about six feet away looking at me. I glanced at him, but otherwise paid him no mind but to keep track of him from the corner of my eye.

He was an older Asian gentleman. Fit and smartly dressed. He was attractive in his own way: not my type, but I could see why some would be into him.

"That's a cool shirt."
"Thanks," I said.
"Did you get it here?" he stepped a few feet closer so that he needn't need to call out to me.
"Yes. I got it at H&M somewhere. It's one of my favorites."
"Purple."
"And pink." You have to see it. It really is a cool shirt and it looks really good on me.
"Are you from here?"
"I'm from Georgia, but I live here now. [pause] Where are you from?" Since I wasn't interested in him and I was also alone in a subway station, I was wary about engaging him further.
"LA."

Blah blah blah...

He got on my train and continued to talk to me. Without being very seedy about it, he invited me to go out with him. I declined but thanked him. We continued to chat until his stop and he wrote his cell number on his business card and gave it to me. He told me he was marching in the parade on Sunday with some friends of his and said I should call him. I thanked him and he left.

!!!

I didn't ask him for his number. I gave him every indication I could politely give to indicate that I had no interest in him. But he continued to chat with me.

I was so intrigued by the event that I did call him the next day to thank him and wish him a happy Gay Pride. He asked me out again, but I declined, but he shrugged it off and we chatted a bit more. He told me to watch for him in the parade.

I did see him in the parade; he was marching in the very last group with some cheerleaders.

So, that was a the first time anyone has ever approached me like that before!