ew.

i just got hit on by a dude who looked about 34, in my neighbourhood. ugh.

i was walking home from the bus stop.

dude (faux blond, maybe 5'9", carrying a tennis racket): that's a beautiful green dress you're wearing.
me: uh...thanks.
dude: enjoying the weather?
me: yeah. it's gorgeous.
*pause*
dude: you're gorgeous. can i take you out for lunch sometime?
me: i'm married.
dude: oh. sorry to bother you. (runs off sheepishly)

*sigh of relief*

i'm so grateful i can say that. it stops the conversation, right there. married. bam. go away. no continued attempts at persuasion after 'i'm not interested,' and no need for me to lie and claim to be lesbian.

i was, however, tempted to say, 'uh, HOW old are you?'

'cause i don't really look my age. i'm still routinely asked for ID at pubs.

anyway, this never happens to me. i don't, as a rule, get hit on, much less asked out on a date. in public and in strange situations, i think i exude too much 'stay-the-fuck-away-from-me' intensity that most people who pick up on it don't bother with me. so even though the television says this kind of stuff happens all the time, i still find it really creepy when it does. should i feel flattered? i don't really think it's rational to be as sketched out as i seem to be, but i can't really help it.