being hit on
I think I was being hit on or at least about to.
I was standing at the magazine rack flipping mindlessly through an article on Ryan Adams when I heard ‘another soul with nothing better to do on a Sat night?’
I said ‘well, tonight, I am trading “isms” – intellectualism for alcoholism’.
The reply came ‘huh?’ followed by a chuckled and then came departure.
Nobody really gets my humor. Maybe cause I’m not so funny. I’d love to have something brash, lilting or charming to say. It seems much to direct and maybe literal for anyone who doesn’t know me. I think I should just not speak anymore.
I miss my bookstore discount connection too.