One sunny Sunday, just after an early-morning football game, my friends and I decided to check out some surfboards at a nearby mall. So we entered this decent-looking Hawaiian surf shop and looked around if there’s something cool enough for us to purchase. Some of my friends were actually planning to get their own surfboards but since I’m yet to have my surfing lessons, I just went to the skateboard area. I checked out this incredibly hot longboard (I dreamt of having this one ever since I saw Trey* wheeled with one around Laguna Beach, CA), moving to and fro, looking all stupid. Hehe. Anyhoo, I was enjoying the ride when one sales guy/surfer/skaterboy approached me and asked me about my skateboarding experience. The next thing I know, he was asking me extremely personal questions as if he was planning to write me a biography. Haha! But silly me, I replied to him with utmost tolerance like he was a good ol’ friend. After all, he was incredibly easy to converse with and was very friendly towards me. TOO friendly, actually.

We were having this little tête-à-tête while my other friends were at the surfboard section and that’s when I felt uncomfortable. His questions began to alarm me. I excused myself and came over to join my friends. Two of them signed up on the shop’s logbook for them to be updated about the surfboards. So I just stood there, with all of my buds in front of the cashier, waiting to leave any second. Out of the blue, the sales guy walked in front of us and pointed at me saying, “That girl wearing black (which is obviously me) seems like a skilled surfer…” followed by a kinda-hard-to-decline request: “Why don’t you sign up?” I told them that I’m not much of a surfer so I’m not really sure if I’m interested. With that, he jumped beside me and gave me these skateboard blah-blah event fliers and offered me his mobile number just in case I wanted a heads-up. I did not buy it though. He was very insistent but then resorted with the just-give-us-your-number trick (could you be any more obvious?) and I went along with it and wrote down my name (which he repeated as I write) and mobile number. I felt awkward and I knew what he was really up to but I was too damn nice to let it happen. That clever guy! Haha. So anyway, now he’s sending me messages (so unprofessional, eh?) but I’m not replying. Now, who wins?

*A goofy character in the MTV reality series Laguna Beach

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