stradapult

So this young guy of middle-eastern descent came into the convenience store last night while I was working and asked me for directions to a throughway. I'm really bad with directions since I don't have a car and have moved from town to town my whole life. I don't even know what a throughway is. I referred him to some maps in the store. He checked them out for a minute while another customer came and left. Then he asked me if he could use the bathroom. I pointed out to him where it was. A couple minutes passed and he hovered until the store was empty. He bought a couple of things. I asked him if he found what he was looking for with the maps and he said yes. Then he asked me if he could blow me.

I just smiled in shock and said that I was all set. And I'm such a creature of habit that I thanked him before turning back to my book.

This makes the second time I've been hit on by a gay man at the convenience store. Why won't women hit on me so overtly? This is life's way of fucking with my sexually-frustrated self.