What's a girl to do?

So I'm on the bus on my way home from work yesterday evening and it's customary for me to close my eyes for a semi-nap because it's quite a pilgrimage from Venice to Silver Lake via public transportation. At one point I open my eyes and notice this guy that keeps looking over his shoulder at me in a coquettish fashion (which is a strange thing for a guy to do) so I smile in acknowledgment of his gesture and look away. A few minutes later, he catches my eye again and it's the same thing: this strangely demure over the should flirtatious look. Uh. Okay. I smile again and decide that I should just keep my eyes closed for the remainder of the trip to avoid his ocular advances.

Three stops before mine and he's still on the bus and the realization that he may be getting off on the same stop as me sets in. Great. I whip out my trusty iPod shuffle hoping it will discourage this guy from talking to me if we happen to exit the bus at the same time. Turns out his stop is my stop, my stop is his so I did what I normally do when I think I'll end up in a conversation with someone from the bus that I do not wish to converse with: I walk like a New Yorker. Fast and with intent. People in LA tend to walk slowly, dillydallying along with seemingly no sense of purpose.

My New York stride does not phase him. He had to jog a little to catch up and out of my peripherals I see his frantic waving. I humor him and pull out my ear bud. He starts to go on about how he thinks I'm nice/attractive inside and out and how he knows I'm smart, do I take classes at LACC blah blah blah. I say thank you, and no I don't attend school there. Apparently he does blah blah blah where am I going? I tell him I'm headed to a friend's house. He asks if I would like to go out with him sometime. Um No. He wants to know why not so I tell him that I'm a lesbian and I like girls (I'm not a lesbian). And then, get this, he asks me if I'm sure and why don't I give him a try.

Are you serious? It's not like you are offering me two different kinds of dessert, apple pie vs. chocolate cake. I said I liked girls for crying out loud and he just blew it off. Like it was a preference in salad dressing or cheese. I mean good for him for being persistant but give me a break. He went on for a few more minutes until we got to an intersection and I had to cross the street. He was still talking as I walked (jogged) away.

So, I guess I need to find other means of deflection. Maybe next time I'll say I like to eat babies.