A note about today-- I got hit on by a high school kid on the train. I was just sitting there, listening quietly to my iPod, and one of a small pack of boys comes and sits down next to me and starts talking to me. I was polite and friendly, but I kind of wanted to be left alone, and I couldn't fathom what this kid wanted. Finally he asks for my number. I literally say to him, "How old are you, dear?" He's like, "Seventeen." There's a brief pause, then his eyes go wide. "Wait, how old are you?" "Too old for you. But thanks for the thought." That got rid of him.
Jesus Christ. Maybe I do look fifteen.
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