peaseblossom

John told me I'd have to get used to being hit on.
But I wasn't expecting what happened last night.
I got hit on. Over the phone. By a guy in Michigan. Who was doing a phone survey - or, was supposed to be doing one, at least. He kept getting sidetracked from the survey questions and asking me personal questions. VERY personal, in some cases - such as asking me if I'd ever "done it" to Def Leppard. (I didn't say anything and he cracked up.)
As bizarre as it was, it was very flattering. It's nice to know that I have a personality attractive enough to get someone to offer to help get me a house in Michigan without ever having seen me or met me in person.
So there's a first time for everything, I suppose.