Dating fun blondes
I was on my way back from the supermarket when I heard the usual: “Rubia, rubia!
” Ready to look up and throw a disapproving look (I really am not brave enough to do anything else), I saw another blonde across the road.
I guess they presumed I was foreign and therefore had money - only one of which was true.Sore and shaken I went to hospital, luckily nothing was broken.The doctor called me an "easy target" - a girl, obviously foreign, walking on my own in a deserted street." I want to thank them for reminding me I am indeed blonde, but firstly I do not have the confidence and secondly the traffic light has turned green.I left London after a sudden realisation when working an overnight shift that I wanted a change.