The other night, when I was waiting in line for my chicken wrap, and fresh cranberry juice, I was approached by a man who looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties. This is a transcript of our conversation:
Creepy Man: "Can I ask you a question? Do you think these pants go with this shirt?"
(he was wearing light blue jeans with a shirt that was almost exactly the same color)
Me: "Um, yeah, it looks fine"
CM: "What about these pants?"
(he pulls a pair of darker jeans out of a shopping bag)
Me: "Yeah, I like those better"
CM: "What kind of shoes would you wear with them?"
Me: "I don't know, maybe nicer dress shoes?"
CM: "So you wouldn't wear like sketchers or something like that?"
Me: "No, I'd wear something nicer, I feel like tennis shoes are too boring"
CM: "What about the shoes I'm wearing right now?"
(we was wearing black tennis shoes)
Me: "No, I would wear brown shoes"
CM: "And what would you say if you were going dancing? What kind of shoes would you wear? More dressy or more casual?"
Me: "I say go big or go home, if you're going out, wear the nice shoes"
(at this point I flashed my engagement ring, hoping that he wasn't about to ask me dancing)
CM: "Alright, well, thank you for your advice!"
And then he walked away. I got my sandwich and went to work.
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