Oh dear....

I was asked out by a 57 year old man two days ago at work. He was sporting a ketchup-stained tight Cubs t-shirt and baseball cap. We were going to go "dancing." I tried convincing him that I was a lost cause, when it comes to the dancing. Which is entirely true. But it felt like a lie because it was purely to make him go away. He came back last night (when I was not working) and he apparently looked all around the restaurant for ME, his amor. I was no where to be found, sadface.

Apparently, the way I open a bottle of Miller Lite is VERY attractive.