Sigh...I really, seriously, greatly, dislike horny 40 year old men. When I was walking down the street to grab some lunch after work today, this hairy, unkept hobo of a man in his mid-40s started to walk dangerously near me. He started to call out, "Hey! Hey, are you Filipino? Vietnamnese?" I didn't actually realize that he was talking to me, so I kept walking. ...but the man kept on calling out at me, "Hey you! Yeah, the one wearing black? Are you Korean? Thai?" I got so annoyed that I responded ( such a suburban thing to do!) I said, "What are you? Irish? Swedish?" He looked a little surprised and told me that he was German. I started to speed up my pace, but he kept on talking to me. "Hey," he said, " I know in your culture you were brought up to ignore strangers like me, but I'm a nice guy!" ...Sure, creep... Mr. Hairy Hobo continued, "I think you are pretty...actually...you're exotic. I was wonder if you'd let me take you out to lunch." Huh? ewww "Whhhhaaat?" I said, I totally pulled a Jimmy Park, "Haha, I don't think so, I'm actually meeting someone else." "What's your name then? My name's John, can I have your number in case you want to eat together some other time?" "My name's Cathy, and no." I kept on looking straight ahead of me, while he kept on babling about how I was an "exotic oriental treat." Sick. Eventually, I flung around and laughed. "Haha, Mr.," I said, "If you took me out to lunch, it'd be illegal." His eye brows furled. "Huh, how old are you?" "16," I said. He was shocked..." Uh, then...um..oh.." Mr. Hairy Hobo crossed the street without hesitation. Sigh. I seriously, greatly, dislike horny 40 year old men.