Today as I was leaving the Dollar Store, a guy approached me as I was putting stuff into my trunk.
It made me nervous. I figured he was either going to mug me, try to sell me something, or Jehovah's Witness me.
"Excuse me, ma'am? Are you from Poland?"
What the hell? "Uh...no. I'm from Indiana."
"Maybe that's your heritage, though? I have a friend from Poland and you two could be twins."
"Hmm. No, I'm Irish." I sidled closer to my car and considered stabbing him with my keys if things went downhill.
"Oh. Well, my name's Chris. I just moved here from Kansas."
"Okay. Hi, Chris," I answered, hand on door.
He pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and pushed it towards me. "Look, I don't ever do this but I wondered if I could give you my phone number..."
I waited for him to finish with "--so we can talk about Jesus" or "--so I can tell you about this amazing business opportunity," and he just stood there, looking as uncomfortable as I felt.
Then I realized. "Oh! Oh, wow. No. I'm married. Very married. Kids and all."
"Ahhh, I thought it was worth a try, you're looking good in those yoga pants."
Now, I know the feminist in me should have been mad that he was obviously looking at my butt and 25 year old me would have been exasperated and disgusted but...these things don't happen often these days. I was flattered. Not going to lie. I'm glad I didn't stab him with my keys.
Also, that Lululemon discount is paying off after all.