Actually, it is Personal.

So I was walking down the street in my Tribeca neighborhood, minding my own businees, listening to my ipod, pondering the beauty of this wonderful life and stuck in bewilderment as to why it was close to 70 degrees in November when I hear a faint "Hey." I look around to see where the noise was coming from and find the voice echoing from a car stuck at a light. I take out one of my headphones to hear this man say again, "hey" and wave. I think, maybe I know this person so I wave back. At second glance, I realize the man is a total stranger so I put my headphone back in my ear and walk on... He drives up next to me and starts to shout again and I think "who is this guy?" He motions, "Come here." So being the curious, yearning for as many experiences as possible person that I am, I walk up to his car. He opens the door and says, "get in." I say, "No, you're a stranger...that's weird." He says, "Come on, what's the big deal." I say, " I don't know you, I'm not going to get in your car...besides I have a boyfriend." He says, "That doesn't matter. I just want to talk to you." I laugh and say, "Sorry, I have to go." I walk off. He pulls his car over and parks and walks on after me. "Do you have something to do?" he says. "Yes, I have lots I have to do." Meanwhile, I think showtime, finally I get to holla back (ever since this website started I've been waiting to be harassed, but people have only been kind, with their usual "Hey beautiful" - nothing that warrants a holla-ing- in my opinion). So I grab my phone and slyly try to take his picture. "Why are you trying to take my picture?" Busted. "I'm not trying to take your picture. Do you want me to take your picture?" "Do you want to take my picture?" he asks. "Sure," I say. "What are you going to do with it?" "Just have it on my phone, I guess" (and then post it on a website so everyone can see you sucka!)...Anyway, he ended up walking me almost to my apartment and kept asking me for my number. I kept saying, "It's nothing personal, but there is no point. If you call, I'm just going to either avoid your call or tell you that I don't have time to hang out so I might as well save you the trouble now and tell you that I'm not interested." Still, when i said goodbye, he asked, "When I'm going to see you again?" I said, "Maybe on the silver screen..." Then he gave me an uncomfortably long hug goodbye and said, "But I find you so attractive" to which I replied, "Well take one long last look" and walked away. ); Julie