There's a certain phenomenon that surrounds me. It cannot be explained.
Or perhaps I don't want to think about it enough to hypothesise an explanation.
Old men frequently make passes at me.
I kid you not. Two guys at the radio station flirt on a regular basis. Then on Sunday night I was at the airport to say goodbye to one of Adam's friends when one of Adam's not-so friend's dad started making really really ridiculously obvious passes at me. To the point of blushing lots and being quite embarrassed.
Why did this happen? I can't explain it - I was looking like a dog's breakfast. No make-up, boofy hair, tomboyish clothes. Not even the least bit stunning at that point in time. Plus I was with my other half, wouldn't you think that would be a deterrent? Obviously not.
The worst thing about this phenomenon - they think they can get away with it.
Do I have a big neon light above my head that says "ATTENTION OLD MEN!"? Bizarre.
If anyone can explain this one to me, I'd be very happy.
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