I got hit on today. I was putting money in a parking meter and there were a couple guys sitting at an outside table at a sports bar. I dropped my keys and one of them said, "Hey lady, you dropped your keys."
Oh yeah.... I've still got it.
Just kidding. Actually that really happened but that's not the end of the story. After I picked up my keys he said, "Hey bright eyes, how about getting a drink with us?" I looked behind me because he couldn't have meant me in my cardigan sweater, sensible shoes, and the 2013 version of a station wagon, could he? I looked behind me and then back and he said, "Yeah you!" I said, "Are you buying?" He said, "Yeah, Come on, I'll buy you a drink!" I said, "Thanks, but no thanks, I'm still on the clock" (it was right after school and I was about to go supervise an after-school group). And then he said, "......Bitch." Like the fact that I was still working was some comment on the fact that he was at a bar at 3:30 on a Monday.
It was the first time I've been hit on in about a decade. It was a stormy, exciting, passionate 30 second relationship. But ultimately we were no good for each other: him always wanting to throw caution to the wind and have fun, and me always telling him to get off his ass and get a job.
Oh yeah.... I've still got it.
Just kidding. Actually that really happened but that's not the end of the story. After I picked up my keys he said, "Hey bright eyes, how about getting a drink with us?" I looked behind me because he couldn't have meant me in my cardigan sweater, sensible shoes, and the 2013 version of a station wagon, could he? I looked behind me and then back and he said, "Yeah you!" I said, "Are you buying?" He said, "Yeah, Come on, I'll buy you a drink!" I said, "Thanks, but no thanks, I'm still on the clock" (it was right after school and I was about to go supervise an after-school group). And then he said, "......Bitch." Like the fact that I was still working was some comment on the fact that he was at a bar at 3:30 on a Monday.
It was the first time I've been hit on in about a decade. It was a stormy, exciting, passionate 30 second relationship. But ultimately we were no good for each other: him always wanting to throw caution to the wind and have fun, and me always telling him to get off his ass and get a job.
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ReplyDeleteConfession Time: I get hit on every weekend at the grocery store, and have for the last 6 years by the same two women--one in her 50's the other in her 20's. Must be the kids I have with me.