There is something seriously wrong with some of the men in this city.

On my way home from work today, I passed this man unpacking his car coming down an pathway. Despite the fact that I was exhausted, sweating and battling a cold, he hits on me. I am not even desirable on a good day. I honestly looked (look) like hell. My make-up was all smudgy and gross, my hair was a mess and I had my sunglasses on top of my head trying to control it, I had bags under my eyes and my nose was red from the sniffling. How desperate was this guy? I seriously started laughing when I realized he was hitting on me.

Him: "Do you have a boyfriend?"
Me: "Yes."
Him: "That doesn't surprise me. You're a very pretty girl."
Me: "You must need glasses."

Yes, that is the extent of my wit this evening seeing as I have been awake since 5a.m. I apologize.

Anyway, yes. Bottom line: some men need help. He even kept lowering his voice in the hopes to get me to come closer. Because that's not creepy.