Follow by Email

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Annoying Encounters: 3

Last night I went to Saddle Rack with a friend of mine.  It's a really fun place, especially if you have a weakness for all things cowboy and country.  Which I do.  Which is why it sucks when all things not cowboy or country hit on me.

This was my favorite exchange of the evening:

Manchild: What's your name?
Me: Trixie
Manchild: What?
Me: Trixie, ya know, like the cereal Trix?  But Trixie.
Manchild: I'm... (I don't remember his name because I wasn't listening because he was 11)

He introduces himself to my friend and then starts to ask another question.  Probably where we were from because that seemed to be the standard question of the evening.
Me: (interrupting) I'm sorry, I was just in the middle of talking with my friend. (Go back to talking with my friend)

A few moments later:

Manchild: Can I get your number?
Me: No, I'm sorry, that's not a good idea.  I'm a lot older than you.
Manchild: Does age really matter?
Me: It does when you're my age.
Manchild: So it doesn't matter than I'm attracted to you?
Me: No.
Manchild (storms off like a manchild)

Poor, sweet little goober.  I mean, okay, I do look a few years younger than I am, but not 10!  Why are the manchildren hitting on me?  Seriously?  You can do better than that, universe!  Work it out!