I actually like it that way.
Now that I'm "out in the world" again, it's hitting home hard just how much I never get out. I've found myself in some ....um.... strange-for-me situations lately, mostly when dealing with Joe Public.
Like today, for instance. This guy comes in that reminded me of this photo I found awhile ago. You can see just how outrageously ridiculous the guy is, and today, the man that came in was about the same as this guy in the photo - minus the tacky plaid. Instead, he had on a shiny, faux silk shirt.
Yep, I dealt with "Party Marty" today. To give the guy a break, I didn't jump to Party Marty right away. I held off as long as I could on that first impression thing. It was when he told me, "I think you need a nice, warm man to snuggle with" that I had no choice but to slam him into the Party Marty category.
What did I say in response? "Oh, you just go home!"
To give you a little background, I've never been good at knowing if or when someone is flirting with me. Plus, I figured now that I'm old, no one would flirt anyway and I don't even think about it. So, be honest with me: Was that flirting? Who would use such a lame line as that? What would you have said back?
I wish I could've seen the look on my face. Horror, surprise and skepticism, all at once. Then, I felt guilty. Right there before me was a person more a social bumbler than me. I've been outdone. Instead of being humble, I was horrified. Oh, I feel so ashamed!
Sorry, Party Marty. I have a headache.