Today during lunch I was hit by a gratuitous, drive-by flirtation. I was meeting my cousin for lunch and I arrived late, so naturally I was red-faced and in a general huff from having speed-walked 7 blocks to the restaurant.
Aaaaaaaanyhoo, no sooner had I sat down that the guy sitting at the table next to mine (pretty fine looking, too, if a bit of a metro-sexual) flat out tells me that I'm "quite beautiful. Not just the face, but the entire package, head to foot." (I *was* rockin' the power-suit...). When asked what I did for a living (a question to which I can now say I'M A LIBRARIAN!!!! - I might get a badge or something, it's so frickin' awesome), the guy just about dropped dead.
"Wow, they've certainly changed since I was a kid" he says. "In my day, they were matronly 60 year-olds on their way to retirement!".
I just smiled and commented something to the effect that that breed had indeed retired, and the new and improved Librarian was taking over.
He still seemed puzzled (albeit agreeably so), and I suddenly had this insane urge to pull out my knitting and REALLY screw with his stereotypical view of my profession, but I just left it at that. My cousin and her boyfriend joined me, and we had a pleasant lunch.
Aaaaaaaanyhoo, no sooner had I sat down that the guy sitting at the table next to mine (pretty fine looking, too, if a bit of a metro-sexual) flat out tells me that I'm "quite beautiful. Not just the face, but the entire package, head to foot." (I *was* rockin' the power-suit...). When asked what I did for a living (a question to which I can now say I'M A LIBRARIAN!!!! - I might get a badge or something, it's so frickin' awesome), the guy just about dropped dead.
"Wow, they've certainly changed since I was a kid" he says. "In my day, they were matronly 60 year-olds on their way to retirement!".
I just smiled and commented something to the effect that that breed had indeed retired, and the new and improved Librarian was taking over.
He still seemed puzzled (albeit agreeably so), and I suddenly had this insane urge to pull out my knitting and REALLY screw with his stereotypical view of my profession, but I just left it at that. My cousin and her boyfriend joined me, and we had a pleasant lunch.
At the end of the meal, the flirter shakes my hand, says it was a pleasure meeting me, and gives me his card. He says he's a hairdresser at a local salon and he'd love to have me over for a visit.
DOES THIS MEAN I HAVE BAD HAIR?????
Happy Knitting Everyone!
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4 comments:
No, it means you're very attractive and he's interested -- plus, he's drumming up future business!
snicker....you are SO easy to mess with.
Maybe your instincts were a tad off (IE he wanted to know where to get your rockin' power suit...not to get INTO your power suit)?
LOL! You have great hair. And are very attractive. And SO should have pulled out the knitting. :)
Cute! And no you don't have bad hair, I think he just wanted to see you again!
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