So I was at Kinko's the other day, Friday actually, and as I was finishing up my faxes to Barnes & Noble this 'older' man decided to start hitting on me. 'Older' is probably an understatement since he was 50 if he was a day. So the following is a collection of some of the lines he tried to use, not neccessarily in the order they were said, and my response to them. Feel free to use these lines, but don't expect to get any girls this way (or guys for that matter).
You are very beautiful.
Um, yeah, well I try. (laugh) I paint the barn when it needs painting.(gesturing to face)
You don't have to try.
Sure...
I can tell class when I see it.
Well, see it's my new purse, it makes me classy. (seatbelt bags do, I swear)
No you can have class without trying. I can see class a mile away and you have it.
Uh, yes, well...
Your parents must have been very attractive.
Well they were, Irish and French make a good combination.
I wish I looked like you.
I'm sure you could, it would just take a lot of plastic surgery, but you could get there.
(laughing)So where are you sending faxes to?
Washington, I'm moving there and looking for some jobs. (other crap about jobs)
(FINALLY THE FAX CONFIRMATION COMES OUT AND I CAN LEAVE)
So are you married?
No, I'm single.
So am I!
I think you are a little out of my 10 year age range.
(laughs)
Goodbye and leaves...
So the good news is that I am sufficiently hot enough to get hit on by 50 year old men at Kinko's, maybe I should go there more often. But the better news is that I can make slightly witty remarks while being increasingly embarrassed.
Oh and I don't date old men...
HAPPY EASTER!