When they say "bow"

.1. As I left the court room today, I was asked to "bow to the bench" before they'd allow me to exit. I didn't know what that meant (I should, considering I studied Law), and so found myself in a full-out curtsey that would have made the best debutants green with envy.

The man who had told me about this condition to "bow to the bench", looked at me like I was a psychopath and then broke out into a little giggle. I giggled back, but was uncertain about what we were giggling (I later figured out we were both laughing at me).

I think all I needed to do was actually nod at the Judge.

Sometimes, it's fun to be me.

.2. On my way back, I walked past a hotel and there was a man getting into his car. He followed me while by3akisni, which in English means something along the lines of flirting, but is usually only one-way (whereas flirting usually entails a two way interaction). He wasn't rude or crass, and he was a relatively young and attractive man. Maybe in his late 30s.

I had my music on and so I didn't hear him at first. I noticed something creeping alongside me instead. A blur out of the corner of my eye, I eventually turned to notice what it was.

He offered me a ride "in [his] Ferrari". He felt obligated to tell me the make of his car because I may have mistaken it for a Chevrolet. You know how us girls can be.

Politely, I declined...& he was actually a little taken aback by this and once again referred to the make of his car, The Ferrari.

Here's the thing. I like nice boys. I like nice boys who aren't flashy (even when they have enough money to buy 200 Ferraris); that this man kept referring to his car as though it were an appendage I needed to take note of was really quite comical.

What a strange guy. I imagine he's relatively boring company...

Maybe if he was in a Chevrolet, I would've been kinder (although I still wouldn't have taken the ride).