A very weird thing happened the other day. A guy hit on me. As in actually sort of asked me out in a really obvious even Michelle couldn’t miss it manner. There are a few things wrong with this scenario.
- We were both at the local GP at 10am on a Monday. Employed men generally don’t waste an hour sitting around waiting for a bulk billing doc, especially on their theoretical day off.
- I was with my 5yo, Weasel – and obviously so.
- Weasel had just announced to the room that “there’s my mum. I don’t have a dad!” PIMPED
- He wrote his number on his doc appointment card and kind of accidentally on purpose threw it at me as his name was called. A hit and run.
Okay, so putting aside the fact that I haven’t been hit on (that I know of) since around 2003 when a guy told me my bottom was magnificent and he wanted to do nasty things to it, this isn’t how it normally goes… is it?
There are some classy guys out there still? They don’t all sit around waiting for a child to announce there is a single woman nearby?
I mean, how do I know he’s not extra weird and hitting on me to get to my daughter, who he obviously paid at least a little attention to?
Even without the whole single parent predator risk, he spent at least 30 minutes watching me before he was able to make his ‘move’. Creepy.
So what do you think? Besides that I’m damaged, overly suspicious and would prefer a pliable and unthreatening fictional man. Not that I’m ready or able to date, but when I do, I’d like to think there are still men out there who don’t ring my alarm bells like this.
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