My date with a pedophile (though, I was so about getting him away from me, it didn’t dawn on me till an hour ago)….

Alright, so to try and pull myself out of the bottom of the hole that I’ve dug, I decided to hit up the Cinema and finally see Pirates 2 (loved it, almost cried, in a Jack Sparrow kinda way). So I’m snagging the ticket from the little machine do-hickey, and there’s this guy standing nearby and asking me what I’m going to see. I told him Pirates, because I hadn’t seen it yet. Not even do I have enough time to get through the “security”, but he’s walking up to the ticket counter. Bells are going off in the back of my head, because apparently, lacking eye contact and short sentences wasn’t enough of a hint. So I get in to the theater, and 5 minutes later he comes strolling up and parks himself 2 seats down (this is why I love my geekbag, it’s a space maker) and starts talking to me. The best part, is he’s on my bad side, so I can annoy him by continually asking what he’s saying. Next thing I know, he’s asking me what school I go to. Huh? Inner monologue: Oh yeah, I look 12, forgot about that. I say that I don’t, and he asks what I do, oh yeah, the ultimate pick-up line for me, “BTW, I’m a massage therapist.” So I keep looking forward, laughing at the stupid commercial stuff, because it’s more entertaining. Finally, he says, “I take it you’re not single.” Normally, I would just say I’m a lesbian or asexual, but hey, if he’s gonna go there, might as well keep it up. So I say I’m taken and he wants to know how long. So I make up a number. Here’s the cool exit…..”Do you want anything from the counter?” And out the theater he goes, never to come back again.

One of these days, I’ll figure this out. I’m on ber slacker mode today, not even sure I took a shower this morning. And no, that’s not a compliment fishing expedition, don’t send them my way. Guys are strange. Though, it would have been more amusing if he had shown up in costume.


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