I got hit on today.
I don't really want to talk about it, but I will in the hopes that the internet will lend a sympathetic ear.
I went to the library. My intention was to buy lunch at the library cafe and read some Flannery O'Connor, who, might I add, is wonderful. Somewhat unsettling, but wonderful. And me and my nerdiness were going to have a ball.
Anyway, there I am in line. All I want is some food. A nice salad or something. Then, this guy happens. This short, twenty-something person in front of me turns around, glances at me, then my ringer finger, and says: "So. Marriage. How's that working out for you?"
I gulp. I know where this is going, and I'm NOT keen on the unwanted attention. Not keen, Lord. Mmmk?
"Really good, actually," hoping that the fantastic picture of domestic bliss I'm intending to paint in a minuscule three words will silence any further ridiculousness. Twas for naught.
"Oh yeah? Did you know each other before you got married or was it arranged?"
What the . . ."Oh, um, we knew each other for a while."
"Oh. Well, that's good. Arranged marriages can be tricky." He says cheekily.
I fidget with my water bottle. "Um, yeah. Especially in today's society," I say somewhat sarcastically, attempting to keep whatever "cool" I had left at this point.
"Did your husband tell you about him and I?" Seriously? ALL I WANT IS MY SALAD.
He sees I'm not biting and he continues on about how he's in a band and wants to go to India someday. Yes. India.
He gets his coffee, and turns to leave. "It was nice flirting with you."
I don't even attempt to answer; I just wave him off. BECAUSE IT WAS WEIRD, PEOPLE.
And here we arrive at the moral of the story, which is this: libraries are dangerous places. And I don't appreciate it.
And with that somewhat illogical moral, I leave you m'dears, to go make some tilapia and hot chocolate. Because it's just been that kind of day.
this story just made my night hahahaha i love you and i probably would have paid to see this ecounter
ReplyDeleteAWWW! You're my very first commenter ever!
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, you would have laughed. I was seriously having issues.
that is hysterical! And the guy bringing up arranged marriage oh wow. :) I suppose you could have fed him some line about your husband manipulating high caliber army riflery? Or, hmm, gone with the arranged marriage line and a creepy story about how the Saudi Arabian police were on your heels b/c your father disapproved of you breaking out of the dowry agreement which had been contracted when you were 6 months old and running off with a handsome american linguist instead. Or not... :)
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness, Anne! Any of those suggestions would have been so much better than what I actually did. I pretty much just stood there looking red. ;)
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