Today was a weird day. I'm friendly with everyone and although I have had tough experiences, I try not to let my experiences make me bitter or jaded. I've learned and I trust my intuition more, but I find no harm in saying good morning. Well, well, well, I started talking to this guy after some bizareness last week ("the bar wouldn't serve me because I was sweaty. They thought I was on drugs, but I would have to be doing X,Y,Z"). He has savage written above his right eye, and a filled in tear drop under his right eye, fearless tatted on his neck.
Don't get me wrong, I love Wraith and I would get another one, however, I think keeping them in areas where they can be concealed for professional purposes, but shown off for fun (if you want to) is the best. I try not to judge, but when you have "savage" written on your forehead and a gang symbol under your eye, I would be cautious of such a person. I asked him what he did and he does work. Anyway, he asked me if I drank alcohol, I said no, and he said he wanted to ask me out. I made the mistake of giving him my number, he was way too forward and breaking boundaries. Yep, I guess "savage" works and I blocked him. The vibe was weird and I'm listening to my inner voice: KEEP AWAY.
I was chatting with some full-time and library co-workers about this and they all said, "Jess, you did the right thing. No one in their right mind would go out with someone with "savage" written on their head and visible gang symbols." We all laughed about it, though, because there is some humour in this. I'm grateful for their ears and shoulders, and for the humour that could be found.