Get In My Mind And Then My Pants?

My mother told me not to talk to strangers three decades ago, but for some reason I keep doing it.

I was sitting in the liberry, no yall, library LOLOLOLOL minding my own business until this fella strikes up a conversation with me.

I don't wanna be rude but really I didn't wanna talk, really I didn't. It kinda reminded me of being at the gym when a fella or two would converge on the treadmill or eliptical or whatever machine I would be trying to work out on and start jibba jabbin.

I would be huffin and puffin and about the blow a house down and he would still just stand there jibba jabbin jackin his jaws. LOLOLOL

Well, it was sorta like that but just a bunch of books and no treadmill. This guy wanted to talk and then he discovered we had a few things in common and wowsa yowsa and nowsa he just wasn't gonna zip it. :)

I smile and nod and smile and nod and OK, and Yea a few times. Heck, he was nice, but I needed to apply for a few more jobs and check peep's statuses on Facebook. I had things to do.

He was cool to talk to. But errrr uhhh when he opened his lips and said I want to get in your mind before I get into your pants I wanted to shoot bullets from my eye sockets. I stared and stared.

I even imagined myself with a double-barrel shot gun. It mysteriously appears and I load it and blow him away. Boooooooom! Booooooom!

And then he says, I would like for you to take a look at something and YOU can treat me to lunch. Enuf, enuf, enuf, enuf.

I wanted to be like Wilona and call him a jive a$$ turkey but I said, "NO."

And departed in my usual pleasant way, but I have to figure out a way to get rid of men I am not remotely interested in. Maybe, I should wear a bright orange cap and bright red lipstick LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

How do you get rid of a person who is coming on soooooooo strong and you are sooooooo not interested? Tell me.