I got flirted with by an older man the other day. More than flirted. I don’t even know. Here’s what happened:
I was leaving my apartment. The door across the hall from me opened and out walked a man in his mid-thirties, on a cell phone.
I don’t have anything against people in their mid-thirties. It’s just that I’m only 22, and I want them to stay away from me and closer to people their own age.
He gave me the up-and-down (very obviously) and proceeded down the hallway. I stopped to lock my door, then proceeded down the hall myself.
The man was stopped at the top of the outside stairs. I walked by, and received another up and down.
When I was halfway down the stairs, he got off the phone and said to me, “I know you’re taken, right?”
Me, never having mastered the art of lying, said, “No, I’m single.”
And then in my head: Fuck fuck fuck just learn to fucking lie say you have a giant football-player boyfriend or pull the lesbian card.
I did neither. I just continued.
Then he spoke again.
“Can I visit you sometime?”
He knew where I lived. I asked if he lived across the hall, and it was just a friend of his. But my questions didn’t distract him.
“So can I visit you sometime?”
“Um, I guess.”
Fuck fuck fuck just say no you idiot.
“Okay, see you around.”
Fuck my life. Now I’ve got a 30-something-year-old man who knows where I live and wants to bang me. I don’t know what to do.