San Francisco - April 17th in a cab in SOMA
My friend Gerber Daisy came to visit for a day. We hopped in a cab on a Friday night to go to an Art Gallery where her cousin was showing - it was opening night! I hopped in the cab first, and the cabbie says "Melissa?" I just ignored him, cause I'm not Melissa, and sometimes you can't tell if they're on the phone with their hands free device. I was actually wondering why Gerber Daisy hadn't hopped in the cab herself - she was probably making conversation with a totally random stranger on the side walk as usual. Finally she gets in the cab and the cabbie repeats: "Melissa?" This time staring right at me in the rear view mirror.
No - I'm not Melissa! "Oh, you look like one of my regulars."
Gerber Daisy: "Regulars? Regular what? Who do you pick up on the corner 'regularly?'"
Turns out he was Russian, and that means that I look Russian, especially in the rear view mirror. Geez.
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Friday, May 22, 2009
Coincidentally Weird
San Francisco - March 6th @ Macy's
This is a true story! On March 6th, I went to One Twenty for Hair in SOMA - downtown San Francisco, where Marco cut and styled my hair beautifully. That day I had off from work, and decided to run a couple of errands, including going to Macy's to look for a dress for an upcoming wedding. On the way to Macy's I tried to get glimpse of my new 'do at every chance - like in store windows reflecting Marco's genius. I was happy with my new haircut.
I get to Macy's, and up to the 4th floor dress department I go. I'm looking through a gaggle of BCBG dresses (my favorite), when a sales lady comes up to me and says:
"Did you do something new with your hair?"
WHAT? Yes, indeed I have, but I don't know who this sales person is! How does she know? I looked at her, and she repeated her question - "Did you do something new with your hair?" trailing the end of the sentence to almost mute as she realized that I am not who she thought I was upon closer inspection.
I still didn't know how to reply, because, yes I did just do something new with my hair. It was so utterly confusing! I just stared at her, not knowing the answer. I couldn't think of anything that seemed appropriate to say - nothing! After a few more very long seconds she said to me: "Oh, sorry. You look like someone who regularly shops here."
I walked away without having said a single word. Just confused.
This is a true story! On March 6th, I went to One Twenty for Hair in SOMA - downtown San Francisco, where Marco cut and styled my hair beautifully. That day I had off from work, and decided to run a couple of errands, including going to Macy's to look for a dress for an upcoming wedding. On the way to Macy's I tried to get glimpse of my new 'do at every chance - like in store windows reflecting Marco's genius. I was happy with my new haircut.
I get to Macy's, and up to the 4th floor dress department I go. I'm looking through a gaggle of BCBG dresses (my favorite), when a sales lady comes up to me and says:
"Did you do something new with your hair?"
WHAT? Yes, indeed I have, but I don't know who this sales person is! How does she know? I looked at her, and she repeated her question - "Did you do something new with your hair?" trailing the end of the sentence to almost mute as she realized that I am not who she thought I was upon closer inspection.
I still didn't know how to reply, because, yes I did just do something new with my hair. It was so utterly confusing! I just stared at her, not knowing the answer. I couldn't think of anything that seemed appropriate to say - nothing! After a few more very long seconds she said to me: "Oh, sorry. You look like someone who regularly shops here."
I walked away without having said a single word. Just confused.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Cosmopolitan in San Francisco
San Francisco - July 30th @ Cosmopolitan Restaurant
On an arbitrary Wednesday night I was sitting in a restaurant booth with P performing random acts of PDA when I see a Japanese man making eye contact with me. He had just gotten up from the bar and was walking out. When he saw me, he stopped, stared, and **waved!!** He then said hi to me, to which P turned his head to look at him, and he said hi to him too. P and I just watched him stare at me, when the words came out of his mouth: "I know you from somewhere." P turned right to me and instructed me: "Give him a card!"
I started laughing uncontrollably and became totally embarrassed. the Japanese man said he was sure he knew me cause he never forgets a face. Wrong! He hung around quite longer than was appropriate, and in the end I couldn't give him a card :( Next time.
I definitely did not know him.
On an arbitrary Wednesday night I was sitting in a restaurant booth with P performing random acts of PDA when I see a Japanese man making eye contact with me. He had just gotten up from the bar and was walking out. When he saw me, he stopped, stared, and **waved!!** He then said hi to me, to which P turned his head to look at him, and he said hi to him too. P and I just watched him stare at me, when the words came out of his mouth: "I know you from somewhere." P turned right to me and instructed me: "Give him a card!"
I started laughing uncontrollably and became totally embarrassed. the Japanese man said he was sure he knew me cause he never forgets a face. Wrong! He hung around quite longer than was appropriate, and in the end I couldn't give him a card :( Next time.
I definitely did not know him.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
First time's a charm in San Francisco
North Beach, San Francisco - April 18
Kerry and Elita were in town from New York and we went to an Italian restaurant in North Beach. The wait was ridiculous, we just stood there for hours waiting for a table. At one point a gentleman walked right up the stairs I was standing at the top of, and he was staring right at me. He then got behind me and lurked for a minute. Then he finally tapped me and told me I looked like a friend of his, and that she also has blue eyes like mine. I didn't know what to say so I just smiled and said in my head - well, I'm not her cause I've never seen you before in my life.
He then stared for a second longer and wished me a good night.
HG made me some cards to hand out when this sort of thing happens, directing them to this website and I've been showing some of my friends. They're first reaction when I tell them how many people come up to me to tell me they know me from somewhere or that I look like someone they know is that they're hitting on me. But I would say that half the people who do think they recognize me from somewhere are women. However, the above episode definitely felt like it was flirty.
Kerry and Elita were in town from New York and we went to an Italian restaurant in North Beach. The wait was ridiculous, we just stood there for hours waiting for a table. At one point a gentleman walked right up the stairs I was standing at the top of, and he was staring right at me. He then got behind me and lurked for a minute. Then he finally tapped me and told me I looked like a friend of his, and that she also has blue eyes like mine. I didn't know what to say so I just smiled and said in my head - well, I'm not her cause I've never seen you before in my life.
He then stared for a second longer and wished me a good night.
HG made me some cards to hand out when this sort of thing happens, directing them to this website and I've been showing some of my friends. They're first reaction when I tell them how many people come up to me to tell me they know me from somewhere or that I look like someone they know is that they're hitting on me. But I would say that half the people who do think they recognize me from somewhere are women. However, the above episode definitely felt like it was flirty.
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