Notes on Urban Socialization

On this night amidst my Arrivederci, Phoenix! Tour, I decided to go with Erica downtown to meet some of her friends for a night of giggling, dancing, and ringing ears.  Yes, I wore my tutu.  It felt only appropriate.  We danced our faces off and it was fantastic.  However,

 Some observations:

- why is it that I am approached exponentially more often by black males than any other variety?  are they more bold?  or just amused by my stature?  furthermore, they hastily approach me in bars, as if I might scurry away like an elf.  This night, I hadn't even ordered my first drink when a dark skinned fellow slid up next to me at the bar and blew me away with his opening line of: "how tall are you?"........SERIOUSLY?!  I was wearing a freaking TUTU.  You couldn't have done anything with THAT?!  

- how the hell is a girl of this century supposed to manage the non-confrontational brush off?  I'm told that you used to have to write your name and number on a cocktail napkin and coyly pass it to any man who asked for your number in a public place.  This made a relatively easy out if needed:  fake names, fake numbers!  Now, I have people screaming incoherently in my ear while shoving a Blackberry in my face.  Firstly, I don't know how to use them and doofishly fumbled with the keys to get "Emily Meng" entered into the phones.  Thank goodness I didn't have the guts to enter in a fake number because now THEY CALL YOU IMMEDIATELY.  Who says just because you want mine that I want yours?!  Eek!  In this situation, I thought I was so sneaky in that upon getting the missed call, I immediately blocked the number.  Gotcha.  

- I don't like the ass-grabbing phenomenon that is sweeping this nation.  I can't think of much else needed to elaborate.  That's MINE, and kindergarten says to keep your hands to yourself, bucko.  

-Uh, so.... What happened to the three day rule?  The very next day I have three calls from gentlemen callers seeking "Emily".  Blocking numbers is sneaky.  Not activating the feature on your phone makes you look like an idiot.  Dang it.  

I have recently been told that I give off the "closed off" vibe to guys and that I need to be more open to meeting people....apparently that's healthy.  Well.  You're wrong.  I'm putting my fake wedding band back on.  This is stupid.  

*addendum: it should be noted that blocking calls really only forwards to voicemail....and does nothing to traffic text messages.  may we all pray that someday this changes.