So on my way home from work, I stopped at Cumberland Farms to get a soda. Keep in mind I just got off a 10 hour shift. I’ve been around burgers and grease all night. My hair is nasty,I smell, I’m wearing my work clothes, I’m braless (don’t ask), and overall, I look like shit. So there’s this really cute guy working, he’s striking up a conversation as I pay for my soda (in all dimes, and he still wasn’t pissed off!). Where do you work, you live in Bridgewater, isn’t the weather great, etc. So I’m about to leave, and he asked me if I’m seeing anyone. The dude was flirting with me right after I got off work! So I gave him my number, and he asked where I live. “Can I get your address too?” I’m thinking potential stalker, so I just stuck with giving him my cell number. He reminded me a lot of this guy I used to talk to online, he really did stalk me though. Hopefully gas station boy won’t be as bad. I’m just in total amazement though, because I look so horrible, and the dude was trying to get with me…what is this world coming too…
McDonalds’ women…yummmmmmm 
A bra-less babe that smells like a cheeseburger. You are surprised that it attracts men???
I once got hit on at the mini mart…
I had run in for smokes. I had no makeup on,hair in a ponytail,sweatpants and a tshirt on.
Yes, I was wearing a bra.
Even with the successful hairstyle trend in which they fix your hair to look like you had sex all night and then jumped up & got dressed and left the apartment without brushing your hair, y’all STILL don’t get it?
We like you wimmenfolks down to earth and accessible and not fixed up!
He lusts after you because of the burgers. He probably wants to date you so he can sidle up to the counter, schmooz you and get a free bag of Big Mac’s, or, like I’ve watched girls in other places do for their ‘boyz,’ buy a kids meal and have it packed so full that he’ll need a wheelbarrow to take it out with.
Got work at KFC because many of those places allow the closing shift to take home left over chicken and frequently, of course, the fry cook ‘accidentally’ makes up too much. I know a girl who used to bring home a bucket of the stuff several times a week for her guy and that bucket was jam packed.
See, it’s not about looks, it’s that you smelled like a Big Mac, with onions!! 
My 14 year old asked what I was laughing at when I read the OP and following posts and he looked over my shoulder to read. His comment? “Yup a cute girl that smells like a cheeseburger would be a very good thing.” (I nearly fell out of my chair laughing at him then because he so rarely admits being clued into girls. So thank you Pammipoo, for this peek into my sons emerging awareness of girls.)
Abby
P.S. I was once hit on while seven months pregnant.
(Yes, I had a bra on.)
See, we have gotten it all wrong.
We don’t need to spend hours doing our hair, makeup, waxing, shaving, plucking, tanning, picking outfits, filing, painting, cutting and bejeweling.
All we need is some sweatpants, a t-shirt, and “Eau de McD’s”.
Victoria’s Secret will go out of business by the end of the month.
Men are fickle. ( Unlike women, huh? :rolleyes: ). Pammipoo, if I were you I’d be mightily complimented. Obviously, Bridgewater’s most alluring woman can’t be sullied by mere sweat, dirt, odors or lack of certain undergarments.
The arrow struck him the moment he beheld you. C’mon, folks, am I really the ONLY one who is so totally ENCHANTED by this kind of encounter? True love lives on, in it’s myriad beautiful incarnations. And, true raw animal attraction is undeniable, even after a hard day’s/night’s work.
I hope he does call you. And, when he sees you next all gussied up in your finery and pearls, that young man will be speechless with delight.
Personally, I really love a woman who smells like a Texas BBQ
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Just to keep everyone updated, he called my cell phone this morning. My sister was there, so she grabbed my phone. She handed it to me with a confused look on her face. “Some guy named Adam wants to talk to the mcdonalds manager.” Apparently I forgot to give him my name…oops. He wants me to go see him tonight after I get out of work. We’re supposed to go out Wednesday or Tuesday. My sister’s still laughing at me because I’m picking up guys at the gas station.
Not too long ago I ran up to the hardware store to pick up some more paint rollers. No make up, hair in pony tail, deck stain all over my clothes and body. The customer assistant guy asked if I needed any help (Gawd, was it THAT obvious? :)), then he asked if he could give me his number.
He either wanted a date or saw an opportunity to stain a deck. I dunno.
Oh yeah, bra and panties, but sandals without socks.
Isn’t that the way it always goes? Spend all your time getting all spiffied up, haircut, shave , new clothes, hit the town and… nothing.
Get off work from the coal mine, stop in for a quick beer on the way home and she comes out of the blue like “I wanna be with you baby, tonite” Who knows.
Reminds of those make-up services or whatever the hell they are. They have a “before” and “After” photograph of women??
They’ve been plucked and hair-poofed and made up. I can’t figure it out- nine times out of ten, at least, I feel the un-made up natural look picture looks much better.
So are you going to initiate Gas Station guy into the rites of bubbleism?
Welcome to the wonderful world of “attainability”, me lasses. Allow me to explain:
Some men have large, rock-solid egos, but most do not. And we in this latter group get mighty tired of being shot down on a daily basis. A woman who invests a lot of time into her appearance clearly wouldn’t have anything to do with the likes of us.
Ah, but a slightly rumpled woman who still looks beautiful…such a woman can be approached, because she’s less likely to give us a haughty brush-off. She is capable, she is lovely, she is attainable. And we LOVE this kind of woman.
Doesn’t mean you can get away with wearing a bathrobe to the 7-11 every day, though.
::sniff:: My virtual McDonald’s daughter is going out with a gas attendant . . .
I’m so proud:)
I read through this whole thread thinking “availability” and then read Max Torque’s refinement: attainability.
He’s a pump boy, you’re a dinette. It is less than likely that you will be arguing a case before the Supreme Court tomorrow morning. You look good* and you are in his social stratum. This is a clear sign (to him) that you were meant to meet.
*(I don’t know what your particular uniform looks like, but there are a number of fast food uniforms that are quite complimentary: they look as though they should be sexless curtains of fabric, but what they really do is snug up at exactly those points on the female form where guys expect/hope to see snugness (T&A) while falling right past the waist and thighs, suggesting that the inward curves are also all we would hope for. Put your pretty face over one of those uniforms, and the guy is helpless. Hair? Mascara? Lipstick? Did you ever notice how much abuse Mark Serlin gets from guys when he shows up?)
I once hired a woman on the spot because her job application had everything I was looking for in a clerk. When she showed up for work the next afternoon, she told me that when she got home from applying for the job she had been horrified at how badly she looked and couldn’t imagine why I had even interviewed her. Her feeling was that her hair was a mess, her nurse’s uniform was soiled, and she had inkstains on her chin. My response was that she was obviously a hard worker (looking for a second job on her way home from work) who was more interested in getting the job done than in primping. What I did not mention (being a seriously hands-off boss) was that she was so cute that I couldn’t imagine being put off even if she had shown up wearing sputum and blood.
Thou shouldeth not knocketh the Gas Station Guy!
Treat him right and think of all the free fillups you’ll get!
Free oil changes, tire rotations, tire changes, ballancing, and maybe free tires. A friend of mine, who worked in a full service station, kept his girl in tires for years because there were always those old fat cats who came in long before their tires wore out to have them changed. He’d save the still very usable tires and when hers wore out, put them on her car.
BTW, do you know what a hand fuel pump is? He had a hand cranked one, rigged with a long hose and after lights out, he’d drop one end into the buried fill tanks, and pump her tank full. That way it did not show up on the gallon guage on the pump. She ran premium for ages!
This is even better! Why, you can get milk, bread, eggs, those cool little toy thingies they carry by the register, soda, after hours beer and smokes for free!!
Cultivate the relationship! Cumberland expects a daily amount of theft and he knows where the camera’s are!
Even free coffee is a bonus!
Men like real women. Purposefully dressing in sweatpants and t-shirt probably won’t work, but if that just happens to be what you’re wearing that’s more than alright with 90% of all men.
Be real, and we shall love you.
I noticed this phenomenon at the tender age of 13 – I got way more looks at the mall (yes, the mall) when I just went in whatever I was wearing and didn’t bother to change (yes, I was young enough to think that going to the mall was worthy of a change of clothes).
At the time I figured that the guys who did this were such losers that they went for the worst looking girls, figuring they had a better shot with them. I think this was overly cynical of me. Now that I am older and my own preferences are established, I know that I prefer a woman in casual, comfortable clothes and no makeup to a woman who looks all tarted up. I know many young women who take great pains with their appearance, only to end up (in my eyes at least) much less attractive for all their trouble. This isn’t to say that I think it’s wrong to try to look nice, but sometimes less is more while more is just too much!
Wife was about ten months pregnant and giving physicals to ROTC candidates who were about ten or twelve years younger than her and these guys were STILL flexing. I think it’s a guy thing.