the most absurd things are not ezabel friendly. so here's a few less absurd: in virgina beach, a guy walked up to me and asked if i liked chocolate, but it turned out he meant himself so i said no.

in chinatown, this arabic shopkeeper kept asking me for my number. (he even grabbed my arm. since it was during ramadan his coworker yelled at him-that was funny.) i kept looking to my friends brother to rescue me and the shopkeeper asked if he was my bodyguard. yes, im here shopping for fake handbags and sunglasses with my bodyguard. let me give you my number.

in times square, this guy asked if i was really a white girl. that still mystifies me. what a dumb thing to ask. who cares?

once when i was coming back from lunch, this guy complimented me on my confident walk. that was ok. i prefer that to being complimented on my appearance by strangers. sometimes its ok and sometimes its smarmy.