Its hard to tell. Either I'm a hag of the highest order or I give off a strong "taken" vibe; either way, getting hit-on doesn't happen all that often to me anymore. I suppose the fact that I usually have a passle of monkeys in tow might also have something to do with it.
I was sitting in the computer lab of my university innocently tracking down my resume. (I pay an arm and a leg for that school so I might as well use all the free stuff I can....like free printing)
There was only one other person in the room. He kept turning around to sneak a peak at me. I figured he needed help or something so I asked him.
He smiled and asked me if I knew how late the lab was open. (like he didn't know)
I smiled back and assured him it was open well into the evening. Then I told him to ask the attendant (when he returned) just to be sure.
He went on with small talk about the temperature in the room compared to the temperature outside (it was cold in there...as usual and I suppose the fact that my nipples were protruding through my shirt brought the subject to the forefront of the guy's mind). Blah blah blah. Whatever.
I was busy and wanted to get out of there, but I wanted to be nice, too, so I chatted for a minute.
I went back to my work and he to his, but it didn't take long for him to start another conversation. What are you studying? How long have you been going here? What's your name? Questions questions questions....
The next thing I know he's shaking my hand.....not just any hand shake....the lingering kind. He's all smiles and my-name-is-Mike and will-I-see-you-around-campus-? etc etc etc...
Could be he was just be friendly, but...i kinda...just a smidgen...hope it wasn't the case.



