Me: Hi?
Guy: Hey. What'cha reading?
Me: Fashion magazine.
Guy: You're into fashion?
Me: Looks like it.
Guy: I'm Tim.
Me: Hi Tim.
Tim: You look lonely sitting here all by yourself.
Me: I'm actually doing just fine, thanks.
Tim: What are you up to afterwards?
Me: I don't know...
Tim: Oh yeah?
Me: Not to be rude, but I am actually married. So, I'm not looking for a date.
Tim: That's cool. He treating you alright?
Me: Yeah.
Tim: That's cool. Well, we could be friends, you know.
Me: Does that really work?
Tim: I have a lot of lady friends.
Me: Ok...
Tim: You look too young to be married. How old are you?
Me: 26.
Tim: Oh, wow. How long have you two been together?
Me: almost 7 years.
Tim: Oh. So it is serious.
Me: Yeah.
Tim: Alright then. Have fun with the laundry.
Me: Yeah.
Tim gets up and walks away, I put my headphones back on and continue with my article.
Guys, contrary to (non)popular belief, we don't like being hit on all the time. And if I was looking for a replacement for my husband, I think I would have tried harder than sweatpants and a beanie cap at the laundromat. Not to be mean or anything but it just bugs me.
And that "we can be friends" stuff? Really? In an ideal world, we could approach people and actually attempt friendships the way we attempt dates. But I'm certain he doesn't approach dudes and engage them in the latest issue of Esquire and then ask what they're up to afterwards. Another guy tried to use the "friends" line on me in high school. Even then I knew it was a crock. The guy who approached me then offered to take me to Six Flags "as friends." At the time I had a guy best-best-best friend and of the four years we'd known each other, I didn't remember him ever taking me to the local theme park. So I told that guy, thanks but no thanks. Anyway, at that time, I was holding out for a certain Major League Baseball player, so I needed to keep my options open (another delicious story for another time).
This isn't to say that I am completely opposed to chats with the opposite sex. I've held conversations with dudes about the tabloids in the checkout line; I've complained with them about the wait at the bank. I guess I've just reached a point when I know...I can just sense what's to come and so I automatically throw my defenses up. Which seemed to work with Tim.
Or maybe his aim was genuine and I scared him away. In that case, wherever you are Tim, I apologize.
On the flip side, if you ever need help with your approach, I'm more than happy to help you out.
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omg I hate when men just randomly hit on me. Working in retail this happens way to often. I just smile and advise them I am in a happy relationship but the minute I walk away I am rolling my eyes in disgust. Not that it isn't flattering but seriously...why would you hit on me when I am working, like I have the time for that. Oh ya and when they ask if you are really happy with your man then I usually say something that makes them fell stupid but in a nice professional way, so it stings even more~!
ReplyDelete"Oh, so it's serious". What a d**che! (that's actually a normal word in French but since we're not speaking in French I thought best to put the * in it. Also, that's the only work I can think of that depicts Tim in my mind)
ReplyDeleteSeriously, what a d**che.