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OK, *this* has never happened to me before -- a total stranger just came to my door and hit on me.
He knocked first, and I opened the door to this fairly nice-looking black gentleman wearing your standard sort of college gear of long shorts and a baggy shirt and the proud possessor of two gold teeth[*], and he said "Oops, sorry, wrong apartment." and so I smiled and nodded, and shut the door. And then he knocks *again* and says he'd just like to introduce himself, that he's new here, and starts making small talk, asking what there's to do around here and so on and if I like to go out, and I make excuses saying I'm under a lot of deadlines, which I am, and manage to get back into the aparmtent without any more conversation or the cat getting out.
Then I step out to check my mail and run to the convenience store to get caffeine, and when I get back there's a note on my door from him with his phone number inviting me to dinner.
Ya gotta give him points for persistence, at least.
I'm not tempted - I make it a policy not to go out with people who knock on my door and invite me to dinner out of nowhere. Especially since he, like, knows where I live. The creepy factor is just a leeetle too high for me. If he comes back, I'm inventing a boyfriend.
[*] Which is just not my favorite item of bodily adornment; I'm sorry.
He knocked first, and I opened the door to this fairly nice-looking black gentleman wearing your standard sort of college gear of long shorts and a baggy shirt and the proud possessor of two gold teeth[*], and he said "Oops, sorry, wrong apartment." and so I smiled and nodded, and shut the door. And then he knocks *again* and says he'd just like to introduce himself, that he's new here, and starts making small talk, asking what there's to do around here and so on and if I like to go out, and I make excuses saying I'm under a lot of deadlines, which I am, and manage to get back into the aparmtent without any more conversation or the cat getting out.
Then I step out to check my mail and run to the convenience store to get caffeine, and when I get back there's a note on my door from him with his phone number inviting me to dinner.
Ya gotta give him points for persistence, at least.
I'm not tempted - I make it a policy not to go out with people who knock on my door and invite me to dinner out of nowhere. Especially since he, like, knows where I live. The creepy factor is just a leeetle too high for me. If he comes back, I'm inventing a boyfriend.
[*] Which is just not my favorite item of bodily adornment; I'm sorry.