I just returned from a wonderful weekend reuniting with friends and family in Boston while celebrating my birthday. I won’t recap the entire trip, because that’s not really interesting for anyone, but I will share run-ins I had with three different men in the city. One and two sum up the mess I tend to attract. Three is just what always happens to me when I visit another city.
Guy No. 1:
My friends and I are sitting at a bar, enjoying $1 drafts, laughing and recapping the previous night’s insanity when I get a tap on the shoulder by a guy who looked like he probably tried out for “Wannabe a VJ” or any other MTV reality show back in the day and didn’t make it. You know what I mean.
VJ: Do you know what a napkin is?
Me: Yeah …
VJ: Well, could you get me one?!
Me: That’s kind of an asshole way to ask for something.
VJ: I’m sorry, you’re just so exotic looking, I wasn’t sure if you spoke English.
Silence. He puts his arm around me.
VJ: Well, I’m glad you do, you’re really cute.
Me: Hold on, let me just tell my friends how you just approached me.
We make fun of him to his face, he keeps saying I’m cute/exotic/wants a picture and stands behind me nearly the entire night.
Guy No. 2:
Again, we are sitting at the same bar, minding our own business, when a guy approaches my friend, demanding a beer since we are near the bartender, but also tells us we’re the most attractive girls there and can’t believe there isn’t a line of met to meet us. Gross. I’ll paraphrase the rest of the conversation with “Just a guy from South Boston” (his words) because I won’t repeat some of the words he chose.
SoBo continues to rank us against other girls there, my friends turn away, leaving me to nod my head and fold my arms. He tells me he works for one of the universities and has to deal with “(insert racial slur here) from (insert any country here)” and it drives him crazy.
He then invites us to a party, I say something about why we can’t go, and why I don’t want to go, thinking he’ll maybe politely leave, as the bar was closing.
Instead he says “I’m really sweating you right now. You’re F’in’ adorable.” I say I’m from out of town. He still wants my number.
Guy No. 3:

This is actually a good run-in. Mark Ruffalo was walking with his kids near Government Center and was behind my sister and I when were waiting to cross the street. So cute, especially with his kids. Hot voice.
I think he’s there filming the new Martin Scorsese movie “Shutter Island” with Leonardo DiCaprio. I have no shame: I love celebrity spotting. But was proud of myself, and didn’t bug him. Just smiled.