I get
the worse kinds of response:
- "the look" that says "
oh dear God, what the hell?" (and this sometimes even comes from fellow bats at the club who dress in plain jane black T & hip-hoppy baggy pants while I'm romantigothed up);
- the quick lookaway or not acknowledging I'm even there.
Damn...bad enough I get the Charlie Brown treatment in regular life without it leaking into this life
