That’s…Not a compliment. 1:3
“WHAT – exactly, are you trying to do here?” A reasonably attractive, 30-something stranger motioned to my outfit as he approached the bar where I stood alone, waiting for my friends.
“Excuse me?” Vodka soda sputtered from my lips.
“I’m sorry,” he made a quick verbal retreat. “I don’t know how to socialize.”
“Apparently,” I laughed.
“I just meant that I like your style,” he blushed.
“Ah – okay. Thank you! Start with that next time,” I glanced back over my shoulder as I began to walk away, “and you might have a better shot.”
