So, as I was coming in to work this morning, this dude approached me.
"Sweetie, you are so beautiful. Please tell me what do I have to do to get your number?"
I gave it to him. Although, he was not my type. I figured, why not?
He was 5 ft 7 (read: short) and he looked a bit older.
"I'm a personal trainer at this gym (right next to my job) and I think seeing your pretty face just made my day to help me train these richy richy folks..."
His name was Raheem. He asked how old I was.
"You don't look a day over 15."
(is it me to get weirded out by guys that try to talk to me but remark about how young i look? like...if i look young, why did you try to talk to me...)
This was at 8:30am.
9:28am. I get a call from a weird number.
10:12am. Another call, same number.
12:27pm. Another call
12:46pm. Another call.
I go to lunch at 1pm. I called the number back.
It was Raheem. He picked up the phone saying his name was Mark.
I said...I'm Nina..
I think I have the wrong number. You sound cute. Do you want to talk to me anyway?
No. (obviously annoyed)Why were you calling me so much?
Don't flatter yourself. I got the wrong number, ma!
I had to hang up because I was just sooooooooooooo over it at that point.
like seriously, wtf?