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Like I was telling Tex…I’m so used to being battered (not literally…I wish a sucka would) when dealing with guys, its proven difficult to accept their random acts of kindness.

 
I’m still not entirely comfortable with it, but I’ve let the guy(s) buy me food, drinks, a trinket or two. I’ll let them drive (on the rare occasion that they have access to a car), I’ll let them walk on the outside of the sidewalk, I’ll let them hold the door open for me, and I’ll let them move furniture into my apartment.

 
More than that, and I start wondering what’s the ulterior motive, which could go either way. He might not mean me any harm, but I’m still cautious. Chile, I’ve been foo-ooled in the past, let me tell ya. But I’m trying not to shoot my own self in the foot (as often); so I no longer jump from A-to-Z and assume the worst.

I jump to M.

 
But I wish the Indian guy would stop tryna feed me ALL the damn time. Doesn’t he know I’m on a diet food budget?

 
Actually, he doesn’t.

 
Ok, I don’t really wish for that.

But he makes it damn hard to say “No, Thank You” to the good meal.