I think I was just propositioned in a park.

flutterknife:

I’m not sure how I feel. :|

Tonight’s a hot night (27°C), and there’s usually no one about at 23:30, so I wasn’t wearing a shirt for my run to the nearest park.

I’d just gotten off the butterfly press when a car slowed on the other side of the fence. I glanced over and a woman called out of the passenger window:

“How many of you can I get?”

That sounded like sarcasm to me. I casually looked away, and she cackled as it drove off.

After a few minutes on the lat pull-down, the car returned from a different road. When it pulled up to the kerb she called out again:

“No, seriously, what are you doing?”
“Pardon?”
“Want to come have some fun?”
“I think I’m alright,” I said, too taken aback to say something like “Sunday isn’t the night for an adventure.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m alright.”

Then the car drove off along yet another different road, and I again heard that raucous laughter.

I initially assumed it was the same kind of shit-stirring as that guy surrounded by his mates on Hindley street who told me my moustache was “hot” (to which I said “thanks”), but she came back and sounded earnest.

But I wasn’t raised to get in cars with the kind of woman who’d proposition a sweaty shirtless man in a dimly lit suburban park.

That is my story.