Guy on bus (sitting down next to me): Hi.
Him: What are you reading?
Me: Feminist theory.
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?
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?
Him: Take that scarf off real quick.
Me: No. I don't want to.
Then I went on reading Astrida Neimanis.