"Yeah!" She laughed.
"Do you ever say that?"
"I told one guy off because he just wouldn't leave me alone. And I'm like, get away from me, you creep. Like, go get a life!"
"He was, like, fifty. White."
"Did he look, like, skanky?"
"Yeah, dirty. He looked like he was more homeless than me!"
"Well, I'm saying" He probably hasn't been laid in, like, twenty years!"
"Yeah." We both laughed. "Probably. Yeah. Desperate. He's a weirdo. I see him every once in a while now, too, walking around, but as soon as I see him, I run the other way."
"So what does he say?"
"Do you date?"
"Do you date?!" I cracked up.
"Yeah, do you date? No, I don't. And he'd just stand there and stare at you."
"Stand like right there?"
"Uh huh. Yeah, he's a weirdo."
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