Kinky Boots (or why don't you go stick your penis in a warm jar of cheese whiz and leave me alone?

Last night I attended a halloween party.
I was not going to go and at the last minute I changed my mind and decided to go.
I put on my courtney love costume and headed out to Eglinton West. I was one of the few people on the subway in costume and certaintly the strangest looking. I am six foot two and weight about 216 pounds and was wearing my sluttiest Courtney outfit.
Things went fine, I was a bit concerned about attitudes toward me, but everyone was pleasant and smiled at me.
That was until I was almost at my friends house. Walking down the street, carrying my umbrella (yes it was raining).
At the intersection I needed to cross at there was a blue car with an older man in it. He was just sitting there so i crossed south and then went west behind his car. He remained just sitting there and then pulled up around next to me and started talking to me.
He asked me if I was having a busy night. I instantly wondered what the hell was wrong with this guy. I told him my night had not started yet. And then he asked me if I needed a ride to where I was going. I told him no, that I was almost there. He then kept insisting that I should get in his car and go with him. He kept following me along on the road - it was very uncomfortable. When I reached my friends house I just left the guy and he yelled something and I hurried in.
I was very happy that he did not follow me inside.
And in conclusion, what the fuck? Did he think I was a hooker? Was he into trannies? Or men? Or what? And why do these things happen to me? Am I just a shit magnet?
Sigh.