Just like him, only...
So, today. I met a man. Had a loooong conversation with him, and he told me he liked me a lot. Told me I have a wonderful personality and a sparkling smile. He's fantastically wealthy. Like, yeah. Fantstically. He offered to cash his $9,700 check and take me to "drink it away.... not all at once, but wouldn't it be fun?" Ha. Then he called me back (at work) to tell me again how sweet and wonderful I am (who doesn't like hearing that? *g*).
And he invited me to Las Vegas. For after Christmas. And he was serious. Asked if I could get two days off work because he and another couple have a trip planned and he'd really like to take me. Perfect man, right?
Did I mention he was born in 1928? Forgot that part? Oh.
I know this is LA. I know it happens all the time. But EW! He could be my grandfather! He's seventy-seven years old! Ahahahahaha! Ahaha! Ha ha!
Of course, I laughed and said wouldn't that be nice? and played it like a joke, and he said no, really, I'm serious, I'd love for you to come and I told him I'd be at home in Chicago then, and besides, I didn't think it would be such a good idea, although it was very nice of him to ask.
But dang, he's very, very rich. Wish I could get over being squicked by the fact he could be my mother's father! Heh heh. I told the girls I needed to find myself a man like him, only 50 years younger. But just as rich. *g*
Right now, I'm sleepy. I have to go to the grocery store for the last-minute Thanksgiving things, but I don't wanna! It's going to be so crowded. I'm dreading it. I think I'll wait a bit, and maybe if I go later this evening, people will be done shopping already. *crosses fingers*