In yet another coffee shop, in another city, while still studying for the Bar, I get another random stranger offer me his phone number.
And yes, this guy’s older, too. Another Sugar-Daddy on the prowl. This time, he writes plays and composes music. He says he works in the industry. *coughs* He told me to “go ahead, you can Google me.”
I smiled and said, “Maybe later tonight. I actually don’t get the wireless signal here.” –> which was true…and the reason why I sometimes go to that cafe. It prevents me from hopping online in search of a worthy distraction.
He invited me to a jazz concert. I politely declined, telling him about how busy I was studying for the bar.
“I’m really good at what I do,” he says.
I smile. “I’m sure you are.” I said with grave platitude.
He grins. “You can tell I’m a little cocky, can’t you.”
I give him another bland look and shrug. “Let’s just call it confidence for now.”
He bursts out laughing and declares that he likes me.
After a good thirty minutes of talking to me from the other table, I get a text from a good friend, JJC, to go work out. I was slightly upset that those thirty minutes were robbed from my study schedule, but…this guy was kind of entertaining.
But nonetheless, those are thirty minutes of non-law-school-learning. When he saw me packing up, he strolled over and took one of my notecards. (No, not a post-it note this time). “Here, darling, let me give you my number. You should really call me.”
I smile and nod. “It was nice meeting you.” I leave quickly, wondering the whole time why I can’t just allow myself to be Sugar Daddied.
It would certainly please the wallet so.
Oh well. Here’s another number to add to the stack of “iunno what to do with you.”