I got hit on today. I was at the train station. This guy started talking to me as I was buying a ticket from the machine.

Him: Hi. How are you?
Me: Fine.
Him: What are you up to today?
Me: Getting on the train
Him: Are you married?
Me: Yes
Him: Are you sure?
Me: I think so.
Him: You only think so? It is a fluid arrangement?
Me: There is a guy who keeps hanging around claiming to be my husband.

Now all through this I’m trying to move away from him but he is following. Yes, the quick ending to this would be to tell him to @%$ off but I’m in the Midwest and that just isn’t very polite.

Then he starts on this rambling commentary about men’s fears of inadequancy. I was no longer required to respond. He was saying that men are afraid of women who are smart and/or have a perfect body. He, for instance, is intimidated by Harvard girls, doctors, tall people like Shaquille O’Neal, and perfect bodies. So of course I start thinking that I’m a doctor and he apparently isn’t intimidated by me so I must fall under the not-perfect body category. This is true but it wasn’t nice for him to point it out. By this time he has progressed to totally incoherent mutterings so I am able to slip away. As he turns away from me I see he is wearing a bumpersticker on the back of his shirt. I think he needs to work a bit more on his pickup style.