So here i am, monday morning, july 1. in a huge line at the bank because of course, i wasn’t thinking about the fact that it was the first of the month, or that it was 9:00, just that i needed to deposit my paycheck before work.
i get stuck in line behind ONE OF THOSE GUYS.
first he just says something rather innocuous, opening line or whatever. somehow the “conversation” (rather one-sided on his part) turned to age, and he asked me how old i was “16 or 18?”. um no. i tell him pleasantly that i’m 23. he shows huge surprise (now i’ve been told by many people that i look more mature than my age, and i know for a fact that i don’t look like a 10th grader. wishful thinking on his part i guess).
so i open my book. happens to be about animal culture. mistake. gives him more fuel for discussion.
he says, “i like a girl who likes animals. shows she has heart, that she cares.”
ok, so up to this point nothing really bad, nothing to remark really.
then he asks me if i have kids. no.
husband? no.
boyfriend? yes.
his reply? “oh that’s too bad. you know, if you’d met me first…”
well let me tell you, if you were good looking and seemed intelligent (and further not looking to score on underage girls) and didn’t have nasty rotting teeth and reek horrible of BO, then maybe, just maybe, i might be flattered that you were interested. as it stands, i think i’ll just hold my nose internally, pray another teller opens up, and bury my nose in my book.
what gives? do big breasts and blond hair make me a nasty old man magnet? argh!
if any of you want to share your experience, this is the place!!!