sooo, do you like brand name cheese?
Pick up line of the day:
Today while I was grocery shopping at Stop&Shop for our big party, a man approaches me and asks the big question: “If you had to choose, would you choose Kraft or Stop&Shop brand cheese?”
“Umm Kraft,” I say, “But I’m just a sucker for a brand”
“Oooh brand name jeans too, I bet”
“Right,” I say, glancing down at my black capri sweatpants.
Pick-up lines about what brand of cheese I like…that’s a new one.
The man went on to talk to me and because I am polite and naturally friendly and don’t know how to walk away from people, I continued talking. He seemed smart; is working on his PhD. Relatively good looking, but he just looked kind of old to me. Not super old, but a lot older than me. Things got a bit awkward when he asked me if I watched the Sox game last night. I said I saw some of it and he asked me if I was at it. “Umm no…” He got flustered when he realized the game was in Florida. I felt kind of bad for him.
Anyway, he finally said “Nice to meet you,” and as I began to walk away, he said “Maybe I can call you sometime.”
“Umm, I’m actually kind of seeing someone,” I stuttered. NOT a lie…I’m seeing lots of people, right? I see lots of people every day. Seriously.
After the man left, the woman beside me said “Wow, talk about aggressive!”
“How old do you think he was?” I asked before I realized the woman was blind!
“I don’t know…I didn’t see his face,” she said. Right. Ughhh I suck.
So, is it ever acceptable to ask a guy how old he is when he asks you for your phone number? I know age is just a number, but I want to say this man was 33 or 34, which is a bit too old for me. Then again, not like I’m chasing off guys my own age or anything.
Also astounding is the fact that I looked horrendous when I went to the store today, so I’m not sure why he even approached me in the first place. Maybe it was my capri sweatpants. Or my unwashed hair thrown up in a nasty ponytail. Or the 20 boxes of Jello I had in my grocery cart (I know people our age aren’t supposed to have Jello shots at parties anymore, but we’re doing it. So deal with it).
Maybe if his pick-up line wasn’t so cheesy (haha literally!) I would have considered. Then again, if the man thought I looked anywhere near cute today, he probably has some issues of his own he needs to take care of.
August 28th, 2007 at 1:39 pm
I witnessed something on the T the other day that resonated with your story.
This guy gets on the T at like St. Mary’s. A girl hops in.
He says “I like your scarf” (I don’t know much about fashion, but aren’t scarfs for winter and not 90 degree uber-humid days?) Anyways, the guy proceeds to ask questions like where did you get it? She said Saks. He then goes on to comment about her shirt. Asks her where she’s from, how long she’s been in Boston for, etc, etc. Weird conversation endures for like 3 minutes.
Spot opens up next to weirdo dude, he offers the seat to her. She politely refuses and eventually ends up sitting next to me.
Another girls hops on the T.
Weirdo dude says “Hey, that’s a nice shirt, where did you buy it?” Tries to strike a conversation but she’s clearly freaked out by the guy’s uninhibited willingness to chitchat. Girl goes on to the next train.
Another girl hops in, and guess what happens? Dude strikes a conversation, AGAIN!
It was clear at this point that he was hitting on anything that moved on that T. Thank goodness I’m a guy and had a seat.
Maybe it’s just me, but it weirds me out when people try to hit on each other at random places.