Since my car was in desperate need of an oil change, I headed over to wally world this morning to take care of that and pick up some other things I needed. I had just gotten out of the shower and didn't feel like drying my hair or putting on make-up, so I didn't. I mean, after all, I was just going to walmart, and I really don't care about impressing people there at 9:30 a.m. Call me crazy. Whatever. So, I pull up and the attendant starts hitting on me pretty hard core. Joking about taking me to lunch and getting my number. I smile and laugh (my natural reaction to such occurrences) and went inside to get what I needed. This man came into the store to find me and give me a slip of paper because I had "run off before he could give it to me." He then gave me his number and told me to text him my number. I didn't. Twenty minutes later he texted me. Really? Yes. Apparently, he got my number from my service sheet. FML. Luckily, my bestie and roomie shut him down for me.
I wish I could say this was the first time something like this has happened to me. Oh, how I wish that were true. Because I am "blessed" up top, I have gotten used to the opposite sex noticing me (errr "the girls"). Add that to a bubbly personality with a big smile and the strong conviction that being impolite is simply not an option, and you have the perfect storm for strange men hitting on you (and worse, honestly thinking they have a shot).
The maintenance guy at my apartment complex told me I was "his kinda girl" because I don't like Twilight, love the sci fi channel, and like movies with special effects. Yes, I had a very long and in-depth conversation with the maintenance guy. He even gave me his french fries when he got food from mickey d's. I kid you not. When he drives by me in his truck, he'll honk and wave. Luckily he hasn't tried to hang out with me (even though he has invited me to go to the movies with a group of his buddies). He knows where I live though. Awkward.
Those are only two occurrences. It has happened more, but I try to mentally block all memories of these "winners" that want them some Bridget. Can you blame me? I mean, honestly. Every time it happens I feel like going and hiding in a hobbit hole until they go away. Ugh. Creepers. I need to go take showers until I feel clean again.