I went to the grocery store yesterday after my mani/pedi to pick up batteries and some moleskin for the shoes that always, always give me blisters.
I got up to the cashier who was a young guy, maybe 24 or so, with a faux-haux and a smirk he kept plastered to his face because it brought out his dimples.
This guy could only have hit on me harder if he licked his lips and asked me what we wanted to name our children. He waggled his eyebrows at me, gave me the brooding eyes, flashed that dimple, winked, WINKED I tell you. It went so far beyond reasonable behavior that I wasn’t even flattered. I just ended up grabbing my bag and splitting before I laughed in his face.
I realized that I couldn’t be the first person he tried that on. I manage to walk around all day every day without strange men throwing themselves at me, so he must just behave that way as policy. Like every time he sees a reasonably attractive woman at the right age range he casts his net, hoping to score with some lonely neglected housewife who is so thrilled at the thought of attention that she will cast all sense aside and meet up with him in the dairy cooler.
You know, I bet it works.