So now that I've been in college for some time, everyone knows to give me my space.

There are, however, times that I come into contact with people that haven't seen me long enough to realize: Do Not Touch.

Sometimes it happens in the gym and other times it's in other public places. This evening, it was at a bus station in New York when I was attempting to get home. The first one was a Chinese lass who needed help with getting ticket, so I helped her out and was going to go, but she wanted to hang around and talk, so whatever, I hung around for a few minutes. After that, when I was in line waiting for the bus, three other rather forgettable girls started to randomly chat me up as well.

By that point, I'd pretty much used up my daily allotment of words, so, though polite, I didn't really respond so much. Thankfully, many of our conversations (which mostly involved them trying to squeeze information out of me) were cut short by them leaving.

The last lass of the night, however, was somewhat rememberable. She was pretty tall, probably 5'9" without heels, and reasonably attractive, I suppose. Name of "Danielle"--do any of you guys know her?

She ended up giving me her number before she had to go, so, of course, I'm considering posting it in the bathroom of some bar or something (of course, that would involve entering a bar... yik). I won't even lie when I advertise her. It'll say: Big Tits Call @#$-@#$-@#$%

As an alternative, there is a remote possibility that I'll go into the heart of the city to have fun sometime. There's an even more remote possibility that we share interests and similar things like that, though simply by talking to her, I'm fairly certain that we don't.

She was a white girl, but hey, I'm not that opposed to race-mixing. To me, race-mixing is like faith is to atheists--they hate it except for when they like it.

From New York, before it's potentially leveled by Irene... good night America.