This is a bloody good effort if I say so myself. I’m wearing biker boots, saggy jeans, maroon man jumper and military green homeless cat woman coat. Everything is two sizes too big. I have no makeup on and have been getting an average of five hours sleep. My hair is greasy, flat on top and tied in a spinster’s bun with bits sticking out and not in the cool yet casual kind of way. I am carrying an academic paper and a mechanical pencil. I have drawn the line at rolling in the dirt but the only thing I could do to make myself more unattractive would probably be to switch my boots for a pair of running shoes or Crocs.
Surely the only attention I could attract is from well-wishing charity workers?
I say a Hail Mary and walk in.
“Hi, I’d like two lamb kebabs, both with sour cream and one with chilli, thanks.”
“Ok, lamb kebab ... sour cream .. chilli... would you like anything else?”
“Yeah chips thanks.”
“OK chips ... thank you this is ... $18.80 ... where are you from?”
“Er, here?”
Surely...
“Yes but you have such a beautiful face it is not like Australian girl.”
“Yeah, I’m Chinese.”
“Ahah see I knew it! So many pretty China girls just like you, my friend Talik here loves China girls! Talik! Come here, don’t you love China girls ...”
Hatred.
This is just another "tramp in the street but a freak in the bed" scenario. It's a global problem, but men just don't seem to understand, dirty skin does not equal dirty girl.
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