Walknig down the street to the library a guy pulls up next to me and asks me a question. He has to repeat it twice because i just can't hear/understand him, and as i'm leaning close to the open passenger window i remember how we were taught as children not to get too close because people can pull you into the car.
Anyway, his question turns out to be, "Do you have any matches?"
"No, sorry, i don't."
"So what are you doing? Just hangin' around?"
"I'm heading down to the library" i say, gesturing down the street to the library which is only about a block away.
He kinda looks me over. "Are you in school or out of school?"
"I'm in college."
"What are you doing tomorrow?"
"I'm busy, sorry."
This is my instinctive reaction, and the fact that it's a lie doesn't bother me. (The guy, in case you care, is a slightly grubby guy probably in his late 30s. This is always the type of random guy who's interested in me.)
He says something like "Okay, have a nice day" and the conversation ends and i continue walking, staring straight ahead.
Soon he pulls up next to me again.
"You look beautiful. You sure you don't want to go out for Chinese sometime?"
I love free food, and i'm flattered (windblown hair [which sounds sexier than it is], grey shirt, and blue jeans... who thinks i'm beautiful?) but i do not go out with random strangers, especially not ones like that. So i say something like "No, sorry," and he leaves me alone and turns onto the next side street and i feel relieved.