I just walked down the street with the end of my skirt pulled up, attached to the back of my computer bag, so the whole world could see my underwear. And not only that, but it was not sexy underwear, it was like the underwear that I probably should have thrown away a few months ago, just worn out, you know? The underwear you definitely do not wear on a date. So, yeah.

Enter man in car rolling down window and shouting at me. "Hey! Hey girl!" Me: turning away, god, men are so lame. Man: "Hey! Seriously, though!" Motioning with hands. Me: What the fuck is this guy's problem? Man: "Your skirt is up, just letting you know." He motions with hands to roll down my skirt. Me: "Whaaat?" Touching skirt, realizing it is not covering anything. My ass is just out there.

Oh.

Man nodding, rolling up window. Me, giving the man two thumbs up in thanks. He doing the same and driving on.

Awesome. What a guy. Seriously. Considering that no other stranger bothered to say anything as I tried to find a seat in the coffee shop. Now I know why that college dude was leering at me.

In other news, two of my short stories made it into publications. "Quiet City" in Copper Nickel, it'll be forthcoming in the Winter 2012 issue and was a finalist and special mention in their fiction contest. Also, a little piece I wrote is going to be in the Fall 2011 issue of Flashquake.

Something potentially cool could be happening at work.

More info as it develops.

In the meantime, I'm leaving the coffee shop now, and WILL be checking the back of my skirt to make sure it's not up by my hips.

Hello, world!