After a long day of work, I'm unpacking the laptop/breifcase, etc from the car and some guy (dark skin, tall, thin, not unattractive) comes up to me and says, "Hey Baby, you look pretty to me."
I hesitate. You look pretty to me. That's a rather backhanded compliment. I'm sure he didn't mean it that way, but all I could think was, "And to everyone else but you, I'm a dog. Thanks for tossing me a bone."
I say, "Thanks." Totally skipping the "for the bone" that was my innner monologue.
"I saw you yesterday but you were in a hurry."
"I was on my way to work." I take my sunglasses off, waving my wedding ring in front of my face.
"What's you name?"
"Melissa."
"Felicia," he says.
"Um, Muh-Lis-Ah," I say slowly.
"Fuh-Li-Ci-Ah," he repeats.
Great. I look pretty to him and he thinks my name is Felicia.
Still, I always appriciate the odd chat-up.
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