Surviving your 20’s and 30’s in any city is bound to be an experience.
Surviving these as a girl in Los Angeles definitely alters that experience. Men (from boys to Senior Citizens) all seem to consider us fair game regardless of whether we are single or not.
Some of them come up to us bearing gifts such as the moon, the stars, bright lights, clever one liners (well clever in their own heads), or sometimes just a PBR. In attempts to get our attention, some of them bump into us, then apologize profusely and then try to engage is in a conversation (sometimes that can go completely wrong …careful if you bump into us while we’re holding a glass of red wine and that’s white we’re wearing, Mr.). Others ask a question they obviously know the answer to (i.e. what’s the name of this band? Really? Hmmm… I’m pretty sure that drummer is your brother/roommate/etc.). Then there are those that resort to insulting us to engage us in a round of witty back and forths.
Actually, we girls do know how hard it is to walk up to strangers, and even more so a stranger that you might be interested in and put yourself in the line of fire. (more…)