“Are You Lost”
I’m sitting, listening to live music on the 3rd Street Promenade in Santa Monica, when a young buck, with bling laden ears, approaches me and opens what evolves into an entirely way too long conversation with, “Are you lost?”
I politely answer, “no.”
“I saw you over there and now you’re over here, may I sit?”
“Sure.” Cause why not? I’m intrigued enough to let this kid entertain me for a few minutes, and so he sits and introduces himself as Donald.
“Where are the guys you were with, did they leave you?” Donald asks.
“I wasn’t with any guys.”
“I saw you in that crowd of people watching the street performer and you were with some guys, and it looked like they ditched you and you didn’t know where to go.”
So Donald followed me.. stalker. 0_o
“Donald, it was a crowd. I was standing next to several people so I guess you could say each one of them ditched me. What’s funny is that you think a girl sitting, listening to music in the middle of the promenade is lost.”
“Can I have your number?”
“No.”
“How old are you?”
“No.”
“Where are you from?”
“No,”
Donald looked lost. Donald got lost.
