what is this?

I've said before that black men adore me and that has once again proven true. I get home and get out of my car and am half way up the side walk when I hear this shout from the corner. I turn and see this guy (probably mid-twenties to thirty) at the corner market. He waves me down and yells for me to wait. I hesitate a little too long so I have to stay where I am and wait for him to approach.

He's just bought himself a beer. Great. He tells his "mama" to wait (his words, not mine) and then proceeds to try to get me to buy... something. I'm not even sure what but my guess is drugs. I told him I wasn't interested. It was either drugs or he was trying to buy sex. I have no idea. I could barely understand him. I'm trying all sorts of routes to get rid of him, just telling him no with every question and I'm getting more and more anxious. I shrug to his last few questions before he looks me over and asks, "Do you work out?"

It's the only question I've really understood. I tell him no, not really. He asks, "Do you eat?"

I shrug, laugh self-consciously and say, "Yeah, I guess. Not really."

He edges a little closer and I take a step back as he once again checks me out (at this point in time I'm trying to decide if I can make a mad dash to the front door, unlock it, open it, and lock it again before he can get me). "You look goooooood, girl. Mmmhmmm."

"Oh... thanks. It was nice meeting you. Bye."

A brisk walk to the door, find it's been unlocked by an ever vigilant roommate, get inside and lock the door behind me and vanish from view. I think I would've preferred the cat-call to that.