I NEVER get hit on.
I know, I know. I’m married. But, sometimes it makes a girl feel good to get hit on or stared at every once in awhile, you know? I have married friends that get hit on alllll the time. Me? NOPE. I don’t think it’s ever really happened to me. Not once. Chris and I started dating when I was 16 years old, so I never really ‘went out’ with my girlfriends to the bar scene or anything.
In fact, the other night I went out to some bars with my friend Amy, and she took me to a couple DIVE BARS that, as she described them, “were full of toothless old men and young sorority girls.” As we were entering the second bar, I told Amy that if I didn’t get hit on by someone in a bar like this, I WAS GOING TO BE SOOO PISSED.
You can guess what happened. Let’s just say it was a humbling experience.
I will admit that I am not the most observant person in the world, so maybe I just don’t notice if I’m getting attention. I look at my feet and the pavement right in front of me A LOT. Eye contact makes me nervous. Also, I don’t leave my house very often without a toddler clinging to my neck like a rampageous monkey. So, I don’t know, maybe that has something to do with it.
Maybe I just give off a super strong “taken” vibe.
Oooor maybe I look like a troll.
Whatever “it” is, it took the night off. Because tonight, at Barnes & Noble, I GOT HIT ON.
Don’t get too excited, though. This man? He was older. And not exactly ‘attractive’. Alright, allow me to be blunt: He was a creepy weird nerd man. With a strange cowlick on top. But, (oh bless his heart!) he totally tried to work his nerd charm on ME! Meeee!!!
I was sitting in a chair trying to decide between a collection of ‘The Greatest American Short Stories of the Century’ or ‘The Complete Collection of Short Stories by Ernest Hemingway’. (Now who’s the nerd?) I finally made up my mind to get the Hemingway book, so I got up to buy it and be on my way. Just as I was leaving, this guy said “Whatcha got there?”.
I was taken aback, but smiled and told him it was a collection of short stories.
He asked if I was taking a class, and I told him “No, I just really like short stories” … yadda yadda yadda bibbity bobbity boo.
A few awkward moments later, and after an even more awkward parting, he went his way and I went mine. It didn’t occur to me that I’d just been hit on until I reached my car in the parking lot a few minutes later. I was on top of the world!
Hey! He may have been icky old nerd guy with a weird cowlick on top and glasses that were thicker than a dictionary, but it was something!
Of course, I joke… My husband’s loving attention is all I need and more, thankyouverymuch. He makes me feel beautiful every single day, and I’m incredibly thankful for that.
But still, I’m curious… Do any of you get ‘hit on’ on a regular basis? And if so, what gives?!