Why do middle-aged men keep hitting on me? Ack. This is disturbing.
(Context -- A guy in my food coop, at order breakdown today, randomly asked if I wanted to go see Charlie's Angels sometime. This guy is old enough that he trips my "grup" sensors rather than my "peer" sensors. And, well, ewwww. I quickly replied that I'd already seen it, and since I was already on my way out, scampered quickly.)
I'm going to go curl up in a ball and twitch for a few minutes now. Eeek.