Hooker Eyebrows

Hooker Eyebrows

After a long day of Bra shopping…I kid you not. I stopped off at the eyebrow place on my way back home. The apartment is about a 7-minute walk from the center of town and this place is on the way. I sat for some time waiting because I didn’t have an appointment so, by the time they got to me, the sun was starting to go down. Let’s say it was late afternoon/early evening when I left the salon.

I’m walking on the sidewalk when I see a man drive past and wave at me. I didn’t think much of it until he pulled into an empty spot a few feet ahead of me. You know how you just know when shit is about to jump off? Yea well my spidey senses were burning. I reach the spot where he had stopped the car and he rolls down his window and asks me where I’m going. I just smiled and said I’m fine thank you. He then offered me a ride. I smiled again and said, “No thank you, I’m good.” I continue walking. He pulls out of the spot and pulls into the next one ahead of me on the street. My skin was crawling. This dude was the very definition of lecherous. He says to me “On va ensemble” which means we can go together. So I said once again – “No, no merci. Je suis bien. Je suis bien.”

I continue walking. I wave goodbye. I’m trying to decide what I’m going to do if he doesn’t leave me alone soon. I sure as shit didn’t want him to know where I lived. A few scenarios ran through my head. 1) Try to beat his ass if he got out of the car. 2) Try to enlist a random guy on the street to act as my boyfriend (too complicated) or 3) Walk quickly down to my street where he couldn’t follow (I live on a one-way street). He pulls up yet again but doesn’t stop. I continue to wave goodbye and he drives off. The whole time I’m thinking to myself. “What the hell?! Did the salon give me hooker eyebrows or something?”

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