It finally happened.I got hit on today during DNA collections.
I'm not counting the prison guard at the jail last month.
That's another story....
So today, in bops this tall, skinny white guy in his early 30's......super perky and friendly.
As we're both taking our seats to begin the paperwork, he says: "You really do the color pink well....your blouse, your shoes...looks good on you!"
me: Thanks.
him: "I don't know why I have to take this test. I know she's my daughter. I've been her Daddy for 5 years....since she was born."
me: (trying to be nice and make conversation) " I have daughters too. But they're older."
him: "Older? What? Like 11?"
(OOOOhhhhhh.....he's so smooth!!!!!)
me: "No. Like 27 and 24."
his oh-so-clever reaction: "Wow! That Oil of Olay stuff really works!"
Yes. He ACTUALLY said those words......
So if anything should happen between me and Sweet Man, I'll be looking this dude up and I'll know where to find him.
Wanna know why?
As he was leaving he made sure to tell me he works 2nd shift at the Waffle House.
You know.
In case I want to stop by and see him sometime.
Be still my heart.....










