hit on me

oh, the tales I could tell about my experiences being hit on. The many times at the smoothie store and some at the clothing store I got hired at about 2 months ago. I think the most memorable person would have to be Chalb (names have be changed to protect privacy. Actually not really, it's pretty easy to figure out his name). The first time we met, he came in with his baggy black jeans and his over-sized white polo. He worked at the Quizno's next door. I always wondered why my female co-workers magically disappeared from the front of the store when he came around. He seemed pretty nice so I slapped on that Robeks smile and welcomed him into the smoothie world of Nutville. Now that I think about it, I shouldn't have done it. -_- I think I came off a little too nice. When his smoothie was expedited and he left, my co-workers mysteriously showed up on the floor. Apparently, the kid had a knack for hitting on the girls at Robeks. Okay, not hit on them, but be overly enthused. I didn't think it was such a big deal. After all, I was a taken woman. But then, I made my second mistake: I walked into Quizno's during my break and bought my craved longing that day--broccoli and cheese soup. Slurp, slurp. He was working (just my luck) and he was super excited I had showed up. He was trying to talk to me and what not, asking me questions about my life. Then, when it was time to pay (I had already busted out my cash), he said "Oh, it's on me." Okay, honestly, it's cool when guys have the decency to pay for you, but firstly, we weren't on a date, and secondly, eew. I told him that I really had to pay because it wasn't right, and he'd shove the money right back at me. (What a gentleman.) So, a little flustered, I said "alright," dropped the cash in the tip jar, and sped to the door. Now, this fool. ::rolls my eyes:: I had made my third mistake unintentionally, if that makes any sense. Another day, I was sweeping the front of the store--yes, sweeping--when he walks by. I swear, this guy gets turned on by anything. He stops walking, making his friends to stop walking too, and is all "Hey, do you need any help sweeping or anything?" I look up and kind of do that whole "uhhhh, are you serious?" face. "Uh, no thanks." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I'm good." "Oh, alright, just let me know." WTF. To add to this hilarious tale of a hit-on, I found out he went to my church. I saw him during mass one time, and boy, was that awkward. The holidays soon came around, and Robeks puts up little stockings with each employee's name around the store. My manager, being the silly bean she is, tells me to look in my stocking for a surprise. I figured it was candy or a Christmas bonus would be swell too. But no. I found a folded-up paper with a note written inside. I won't go into details but it said something about how he gave the money in the tip jar as an offering at mass and how he'd like to get to know me better. It was super creepy. I showed my boyfriend this note and he came up with a rebuttal for it to put in the stocking. But the guy never came around to check my stocking again. Hah. I also got hit on by the employees at the Verizon store a few doors down from Robeks. That was pretty weird. Then there were those times at Urban Outfitters when I had greeted someone who took it as an overly-friendly gesture and started to talk to me. All I really wanted to do was welcome them and do my job so I could get paid. Haha. I find it interesting that when I worked at Robeks, guys called me cute or hot. But at UO, I get "You're beautiful." It's pretty nice knowing that I've reached a classier state of beauty; it's flattering. But sometimes, all you need are those words being said from the guy that means the most to you. =)