Reading feminist theory on the bus

Guy on bus (sitting down next to me): Hi.

Me: Hi.

Him: What are you reading?

Me: Feminist theory.

Him: What?

Me (showing him the cover of Undutiful Daughters): Feminist theory. Ideas about feminism.

Him: Are you into women?

Me: Umm, why are you asking?

Him: I mean--what's feminism?

Me: What?

Him: Feminism. What is that?

Me: You know what? Google it. 'Cause it's waaay too big for me to explain right now.

Then again, it wasn't just what I was reading, or the fact that I was reading, that was sending messages to this dude, because moments later:

Him: Are you Muslim?

Me: No. Are you?

Him. No! I'm just asking!

Me: Oh, okay.

Him (indicating my scarf, which, just fyi, was on my neck and not my head): What do you look like without that scarf on?

Me: What?

Him: Take that scarf off real quick.

Me: No. I don't want to.

Then I went on reading Astrida Neimanis.