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[balmofgilead]

Yesterday a man in the supermarket told me I had nice hair.  I refrained from telling him that I was sorry his eyesight was failing.  (I was kind of grumpy yesterday for various reasons.) 

I hate my hair. I'm thinking about getting a short haircut, but I'm kind of on the fence.  The last time I had short hair was 1987.  
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My mom's gmail account gets google text ads in Hebrew.  It's startling.

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[toastie.livejournal.com]

I guess my main aversion to ever trying to talk to a woman in a grocery store or anywhere is that the mere attempt to converse will be assumed to be a sleazy pick-up attempt (as opposed to a respectful pick-up attempt that I'd rather not categorize as a pick-up attempt).

[balmofgilead.livejournal.com]

I don't really know how these things work. I once said "I'm sorry, I don't...go out with people I've met in...libraries" which wasn't really true per se, but I didn't know what else to say without being rude. I have no idea what comes off as sleazy and what doesn't...library person didn't seem sleazy. From the right person, inviting me to see their Linux desktop was awesome. I think cab drivers hitting on their passengers is always sleazy. Telling me that I have good grammar is horribly sleazy if you are a 50-year-old grad student and it's parents' weekend at college and you just hit on my mother.