Lets shake that bad mojo off and think about something more pleasant. As I said, I like to find ways to change subjects. I find myself doing this in meetings, or in deep conversations with friends, or with important task lists for my family....if I don't want to deal with something I change th subject, sometimes purely out of boredom. One subject that I am never short on topics for is mens.
I have had a plethora of interesting if sometimes unsettling flirtations with men in public settings. Let my clarify, I never am creepy or unsavory in these situations, merely I am some sort of magnetic force for these events. Bad pick up lines, good pick up lines, men showing me wallet sized photos of their children for 45 minutes, guys telling me they think they're gay but "maybe I should make out with you to be sure,"... I've seen and heard it all.
I have quite a few friends who will say, "but Dani, you get hit on all the time," why yes, yes I do. But that isn't a good thing by any stretch of the imagination. Yes, it gives me fodder for ridiculous blog entries or anecdotes for writing ad copy or research perspectives but it doesn't make me feel pleased with myself. Why weirdos think they can talk to me about their inseam or ask me about my measurements, I'll never know. I must have some sort of stamp or attraction for the more unseemly folk of society. However, this leads me to the memory I drudged up today to escape the all too cold reality that everyone is moving on and I'm going to be left at work with no friends...Manch Vegas Situation.
North Garden is this terrible Chinese food restaurant in the suburbs of Manchester, NH. I love me some Manch and I have been known to walk in a snowstorm the mile or so to their establishment for a scorpion bowl and some scallion pancakes, this was of course in my younger days. One night my senior year I was there on an off night with a couple friends when a gentleman caller approached me and started to hit on me in the most awkward way.
I'm a polite gal, if I don't want you talking to me I try to be friendly but still give you a firm "no" stance. He was not taking no for an answer so when he continued to ask me all too inappropriate questions I told him I had a boyfriend and walked back to my table to bring the first round of drinks to my friends. Thinking he had gone to pursue some other more drunk, less choosy gal I went back to collect my tab and remaining drink when I saw him to my left. (My friend Alli will back me up on this because she witnessed it)...As I tried to head back, my gentleman caller lifted up his shirt to expose his all too white 6-pack and upon displaying his muscular prowess he said, "so, do you still have a boyfriend?"
First of all, yes I do still have my fictional boyfriend...somehow your show did not make me swoon. Boyfriend or not who would be into that? Not only are sinewy, yet muscly dudes NOT my type, but that's your move? Like BAM, abs and then he assumes you're just left to pick up the pieces of your mind that has certainly been blown away but this full front abdominal display...sigh.
I love NH, I love the people, I loved my school, I loved the atmosphere, but I have got to say...I did not love the dating scene. I don't know where the abdominal wonder now resides or what happened to his magical muscular deal. A tip of the hat to you sir, I am shocked to think that might be the best you can do but at least you put yourself out there and gave me a story to tell the world. I know I never responded to you as I immediately exited the bar area, so please accept this post as an official thank you for your exposure and fortitude...carry on New Hampshire Situation, show the Jersey Shore how its done.
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