"Dam girl!"

So yesterday I was helping my dear friend Stacey set up for her beer pong BBQ in Ann Arbor. As we were attempting to unload the heavy keg of Bud Lite (ick), this lanky black man comes running up to help us move it onto the front porch. As he's moving it, he's telling me that he saw me from a few houses down, and I got the whole 'ooh girl, you so beautiful' and 'look at your curves' stuff... you know, basic protocol. He said he was a painter (as in painting the exterior of the house a few doors down), and, unfortunately, said he'd be back with his card. Skip a couple hours and look who shows up at the door, this guy trying to holla-holla-holla-holla. As I'm telling him that's great, grand, wonderful, and escaping to the top floor of the house, he gives me his "card" and tells me to read the back of it when I get a chance. Not only was his presence creepy, but it was super embarrassing. This is the note:



I know it seems mean of me to trivialize this poor guy just trying to get around, but after it happens X times a week, it just gets really annoying. I was watching Big Medicine today, and this woman was obese because she was actively trying to avoid the attention of men. And although it's not for the same reason, I think about it sometimes when I'm just trying to walk down the street and not be made uncomfortable. Example: The other day I was walking in the rain on Wayne State's campus when a man physically lifts up my umbrella to look me in the eyes and tells me how beautiful I am. When he asked for my number, I told him I have a boyfriend (lie)... in response, he says okay, as I'm walking away, he adds "...yeah you got a fat ass too, mmm mmm mmm". And although that's a compliment to him, I was super self-conscious for the rest of the day, and was practically backing in the corners to avoid any further attention my derrière may have drawn.

-Ms. Lady