(Well, this post is just about one encounter...but there will be more. Sadly.)
For my friend's birthday, I took her to a local bar I frequent. It is the weirdest place with a mixture of singles from 25 to 65 (great for people watching). As soon as we walked in a very nice, very skinny little nerd started talking to my friend. So, naturally, his old ghetto friend started talking to me. Why? Why always the ghetto dudes? I know what my close friends and family would say: because of my ghetto booty. But still! It irritates me to know end. Know your league, men. And stay in it. Here is a reenactment of the encounter:
Me: (Half smile mixed with slight annoyance) Hey.
Him: So, what do you do for a living?
Me: Do you really want to know what I do for a living?
Me: Then why did you ask?
Him: It's a conversation starter.
Me: I realize that, I just feel like you can come up with something more interesting to ask.
Him: Well, what do you do to make money?
Me: What are you, a girl? You want to know how much money I make or something?
Him: Wow, you're really tense. It's Friday night. (Gesturing towards some bar stools) Why don't you sit down and relax.
Me: No that's okay, I don't want...
Him: (Interrupting) Just because you sit down with me it doesn't mean you're with me.
Me: Oh, I know that. (With a wave of my hand across the bar) But I don't want everyone else to think I'm with you.
Him: Wow, you're wound up really tight.
Me: Yeah, I kinda am.
Him: You don't get out much do you?
Me: I really don't. It's my friend's birthday and she made me come out. I very rarely leave the house.
Him: Well you should try to relax and have fun.
Me: Yeah, okay, I'll do that.
He finally left, but after some time passed he popped back up.
Him: Do you like baseball?
Him: Do you like going to baseball games?
Me: More so than I like watching them on TV.
Him: It's just that I work with people that have a lot of money and they get good tickets.
Me: Wow, I'm really impressed that you know people with money. Good for you.
Him: Well, I was gonna see if you wanted to go to a game with me, but...(his words drift off)
Me: Oh, too bad. (Shrug and smirk)
It became clear to me that the reason he kept asking what I do was because he wanted me to ask him what he does so he could talk about whatever job he has that surrounds him with people who make a lot of money. I can't speak for other women, but in my opinion, you have to be a bit more impressive all around for me to give a damn about your money...or your coworkers' money.