Last night coming home from work, the strangest/nicest thing happened to me. I was stopping at Queen’s Pasta to pick up some ravioli for my sister and I for dinner. Yay! I was just about to open the door….
Man: Wait! Wait! I have to ask you something! Please wait!
Me: Yes? Can I help you with something?
Man: I’ve seen you walking in the neighbourhood and um… I had to stop you…. You’re so beautiful and I just wanted to tell you that and to ask you a question. You are very beautiful…..
Me: Huh? Uh… thank you. Um, you said you wanted to ask me something?
Man: Yes. Say you’ll come and have coffee with me. Just to talk.
Me: Oh, I’m sorry I can’t do that.
Man: Please? I’ve finally worked up the courage to talk to you and ask you, you have to have coffee with me. Please have coffee with me. Not today, another time.
Me: No, no, I can’t have coffee with you because I’m married.
Man: Married? That’s ok. I’ve been married 4 times! He can come too!
Well there you go. It’s nice to have a stranger stop you to tell you you’re beautiful (especially when you’re sweating because you’re wearing too many layers, you’re tired and feel a little sick…). lol