Some guy totally tried to hit on me today. I was in Borders, trying to pick out a wedding planner, and this guy was sort of lurking around the end of the row I was in. I figured he was looking at foreign language stuff and didn't think much of his presence. Then eventually he walks over to me and asks, "So are you reading anything interesting
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My personal favorite was, once, in Frederick (where I got my BA), I was adding air to my tire. It was dark, I was in a skirt, and this guy comes out of NO WHERE to ask me if I needed help. Well, I had just finished, and I don't let strange men touch my truck. So, no. Then, he gets this strange look on my face, asks me if I'm from out of town (Missouri plates in Maryland, you figure it out, genius), and he gets this strange look on his face again, and asks me if I want to go for a drink.
So, it's dark, he's established that no one will miss me (even if I lived 45 minutes away in VA... and my twin would've missed me), and he wants me to "have a drink" that was so clearly not just a drink. It was also like 10pm on a Sunday night. I had visions of Jame Gumb from Silence of the Lambs and "it puts the lotion on its skin" running through my head.
So, unavailable = everyone wanting what they can't have. Alan's a lucky man. =)
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