I was targeted by some weird woman.

I boarded Bus 21 at the bus stop opposite Kaki Bukit Prison School and I was minding my own business. The next thing I know, some weird woman in her late twenties looking really cock started talking to me and asking about my age and about NS.

I thought it was just some friendly stranger who saw a rare sight (i.e. someone wearing Smart No. 4 on a bus) and decided to just talk. But no, I realized that something was amiss when she started talking about beer drinking and about what kind of beers I drink.

Come on, everyone knows I am a social drinker and I abhor the taste of alcohol totally. Sometimes, I wonder I put myself to finish that glass of cocktail when I obviously don’t like its taste. I digress. The woman started asking about where I live, whether I have a girlfriend, whether I drink regularly, when I drink, and the last straw came when she asked me for my number. She even had the audacity to asked me if I wanted a second girlfriend! (Of course, I lied about having a girlfriend. I didn’t think so much into this and randomly blurted out an answer. Turns out that I did the right thing. Read on to understand why.)

I gave a fake one and had to resort to calling some of people on my phone to save myself from talking to her. It was that bad. Unfortunately, it turned out she was going to alight at the same stop as me and I had to endure it all the way to the end of my bus ride. And guess what, she even offered to ask me out for a drink and wanted to treat me to a can of beer after the bus ride.

Gosh, I wonder if I were tactical enough in handling the situation. I think I gave more information about myself than I intended to, including my name.

I ranted about this to my mum and she said that woman was probably a prostitute of some kind looking for a new client. Bless me. I am nineteen for crying out loud. Go pick on somebody of your AGE. The weirdest thing she asked me NOT to acknowledge her if I see her on the streets. You bet I’ll do more than that. I’ll just ignore her the next time I see her. I think the bold text more or less supports the hypothesis that she is a prostitute of some sorts.

I hope I don’t see her again.

Tags: weirdos