Two Words

So I was in the Dollar Store today (temporarily satisfying my addiction to cute stationary) and a guy stopped me in the decoration isle and asked if I attended the nearby university, which is my university's rival school. I said no, he must be mistaking me for somebody else...and then he proceeds to hit on me (in very bad English, might I add), asking me all sorts of questions ranging from impersonal ("which university do you go to?") to stalkerish ("what will you put in the Tinkerbell folder?").

Now, I'm all for being friendly with strangers (hey! don't give me that look - you know strangers have the best candy), but there comes a point when a very uninteresting, desperate guy should wise up to the fact that his 'pick up line' (if that's what that was) has fallen flatter than a pancake and take the hint that answering each question with "actually, I really have to go" is a sign that I'm not all that interested (shocker!).

However, it's flattering how persistent some people are... Creepy. But flattering.

P.S. Picking up girls at the Dollar Store? Two words: cheap date.