Doctor, Doctor, I never get the kind of loving I want. Sometimes a really good looking guy comes in and he’s very polite and has big feet too. He’s tall most of the time and has a good head of hair and sometimes stubble. He’s handsome and nice and polite and what more could a girl want? I can answer that, I want his number. I’m not very good at this sort of thing though and asking for his number would be out of the question! So I wonder, why wouldn’t he offer to give it to me or ask me for mine, because I would give it to him.
What really happens is, the people who come in and are as short as me or shorter (and that is short!), are way into their 30’s or higher, are probably looking for citizenship etc., they ask for my number. They ask in a way which makes me feel really awkward. I try to do my work and move along, but they don’t let me. This is what they do:
1. Come in to the store. This may be the first or second or third time.
2. Avoid eye contact and PRETEND to look at items for sale, while hovering.
3. Inquire about a size when really they have no intention of buying. Sometimes they do, but only as a decoy. They are willing to spend unnecessary amounts of money just to get the deed done.
4. As I help them (because I’m too nice), they start pestering me about how long I’ve been working here, where I live, what my ethnicity is, etc. It’s like an interview and because I’m terrible at lying I actually tell them even though I don’t really want to because it’s none of their business!! MARITAL STATUS: single. I can never bring myself to say that I’m taken to avoid what comes next.
5. I walk away after being pestered and trying to excuse myself, tell them that the tills are on the other side of the store and they should go pay. Walk away quickly to avoid any further questioning.
6. They pay, but unfortunately they see me again on their way out. They look at me, they hover yet again, and look at me some more. Having already bought their unnecessary items, they can’t buy anything else so now they come over again and ask the dreaded question. “Can I have your number?”
I’m no good at situations like this!! I kept hinting to fellow colleagues to save me, but they think it’s funnier to watch me be awkward and uncomfortable. I have to say no, and then they say “You don’t have a number?”, and I say “I do, I just don’t want to give it to you, I’m sorry.” Then they look all wounded and say “Okay.”, and leave, and I stand there red faced and guilty and wondering.
WHY CAN’T IT BE THE ONES I ACTUALLY LIKE!?