I was walking home today around 5:30 and a car pulls up next to me. I stop. The driver offers me a ride home and i say "No thanks, i'm all set." I tend to refuse rides in general. I assume this guy is the husband of someone i work with or the father of someone i went to school with.
He mentions the beautiful weather and i agree. He compliments me on my butterfly t-shirt.
He says i look familiar but he can't place where. Okay. I mention that i work at the public library, but he doesn't seem quite sure that that's where he knows me from. I mention that i go to United Church. Nope, he goes to St. Mary's. I say a lot of people think i look familiar because i work at the public library. Unless he has a kid who went to Norwood High. At this point he asks me if i'm doing anything tonight, if i date. "I really need to get home," i say because it is the best thing i can think of to say quickly. He politely drives off.
I emit exclamation marks of varying emotions the rest of the way home. This is even sketchier than when i passed a guy waiting at a bus stop and he told me i was very pretty and was there any way he could get in touch with me. This guy fucking offered to drive me home. Is the whole little girl look such hot shit?