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This afternoon I was at Roses, Weaverville's local discount store. There an older man approached me while I was perusing the two dollar book table. At first, I could not tell if he was talking to me or not, just sort of mumbling about books. Then he asked if these were the type of books you would color in or read. I kindly answered, "The kind you read." He then proceeded to tell me about half his life, in quite the curious and questionable assortment of stories. All the while, throughout our entire conversation asking what grade I was in repeatedly and then saying, "Oh really, you surely look only about 15." each time I answered that I was no longer in school. I was trying to be polite because sometimes, in fact many times elderly people get the brush off, so they get lonely. I was trying to be sensitive to this possibility but after the third and fourth time he mentioned I looked like 15 year old girl, he was just a plain old creepy man. So all in all, it was not a great self-esteem day. I manage not only too look 11 years younger than I am, throwing salt in the wound furthermore, I seem to only attract creepy senior citizen back woods farmers. I wish I could say this week was off to a better start.