Of Mosquitoes and Men

Alaskan mosquitoes are smart. Yesterday I was wearing jeans but I still got bitten all over my legs. Got bitten on my tummy too. Apparently they fly up your pant legs and under your clothes. I could feel the buggers biting me and I was scratching one new spot after another through my jeans. When I got home, there really were lots of bites! Nasty.

Also, someone just tried to pick me up! Here's the conversation:

-me walking along road-
-skater boy comes up from behind-

SB: How's it going?
Me: (feeling nice so I answered) Good.
SB: Can I meet you?
Me: No.
SB: What do you mean? I'm right here! (If you knew that then why did you have to ask?)
Me: -silence-
SB: C'mon, I'm a skater! (big deal)
Me: -silence-
SB: Don't you know how to introduce yourself to a man??
Me: -very irritated now- Don't bug me.
SB: Ok, bye!

Idiot! I was tempted to say "Solly, I no spik Engrish". I'll try that next time.