I attract the weirdest guys sometimes (just to give some of these guys the benefit of the doubt, maybe some of them aren't weird, but merely don't fit my standards -
but for good reason). "Weird" in general is not an issue, since I'm quite the weirdo myself (For starters, I'm goth. You may fill in the blanks.). I think that, much like the concept of beauty, weirdness is in the eye of the beholder, but sometimes weirdness can be watered down into two categories: fantastically weird, and then stalker weird. My problem is that I tend to attract the latter type of weirdo male. Case and point, I attended a SteamPunk convention recently, so that alone should automatically imply fantastic weirdness. However, the hotel that the convention was being held at was also hosting some sort of reunion among a bunch of senior citizen-aged Black Americans. Being a black person myself, the thought just had to pop into my mind: ''Uh oh. One of these people is going to feel obliged to approach me just because I'm one of the few black females attending this convention.'' It happened. Some older guy approached me, mumbling words that I could hardly make out, but I just humored him and hoped that he was just another old dude who wanted to lecture the non-conformist youths of the day and then he'd eventually have to take his pills and leave. Unfortunately, this was not to be. In fact, I could hardly understand what the hell he was talking to me about, as he was speaking in entirely NonSequitur. In between he'd throw in random compliments to me, to which I would callously say, "...thanks." But I knew I had to leave when I heard the words "wish", "marry", and "you" in the same sentence, so you can imagine how I made my way to the opposite end of the hotel as fast as I could.