So check this out. I’m in Compton today meeting my girl Shon at Starbucks on Rosecrans and Central (holla!). We decide to walk over to the adjacent Fresh & Easy, Shon needs tomatoes because she’s making tacos.

Now me, I’m cool. I had just finished tennis not too long ago and was headed over to my grandma’s house to clean the house so I still had on my tennis clothes. Basically I had on some black shorts, a black tank top, and a grey hoodie. Nothing too fancy.

Well Shon and I are walking down aisle 2 engrossed in a deep conversation when we pass a seemingly nice elderly Black man. The kind of man that looks like he’s someone’s grandfather. And just when I was going to say good morning, do you know the mothafucka looked me up and down and had the nerve to wink at me! I mean WTF! Who the hell winks at people? I did a 180 so fast and told that man he had no business looking at me and that he was old enough to be my grandfather. But I couldn’t just stop there because I was hot about it. By the time I reached the end of the aisle this girl that worked at the store made a joke about the samples Shon and I had swiped and I gave her a look like, WTF did you just say? She was like, I was just kidding and then Shon stepped in and told her I was still tripping off R. Kelly’s grandfather looking me up and down.

I ended up having a righteous conversation with that sista who explained to me that she goes through the same thing. We talked about how uncomfortable it makes women feel when old ass perverted men old enough to be our grandfathers try to get their mack on knowing good and damn well that they have a wife and couldn’t get it up if they took a bottle of Viagra.

It was quite refreshing to meet another sista who felt the same and had no qualms about talking about it.

I hope I shamed that old man into keeping his appreciation of the female body to himself, especially when said female is too young for him and didn’t solicit his display of public admiration.

Damn pervert. And the irony of the situation is, he probably is a Christian and never misses a Sunday in church with his wife. He also probably voted Yes on Prop. 8. And I’m the freak because I’m gay? Naw man—I don’t think so.

Damn perverts gonna make me catch a case.  He better be happy I’d left my Blackberry in the car and didn’t have my camera phone on me, because it would have been lights, camera, Twitter, and Facebook.

R. Kelly, you better come and get your grandfather.