Okay, I can't really remember if he actually said "young," but that's what a guy said to me today.
I stopped by the post office on the way home from work to check our mail. Normally I take my glasses off when I'm not driving because it feels like I'm walking around in a fish bowl and it makes me dizzy, but I was too lazy today. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the glass door on my way in and thought I made a rather pretty nerd even with my short bangs held to the side with a clip.
On my way out, I passed someone who exclaimed how pretty I was. I looked up and it was some guy with an afro and sunglasses, who then proceeded to ask if I was married, how lucky my husband is and if I had a sister.
Out in the parking lot I made sure to watch him drive away first so he wouldn't follow me home.
Update
So I told the husband the above story. His replies:
* It must have been the bangs.
* Are you sure he was talking to you?
For some reason, I'm starting to get the impression that he really doesn't like my bangs.
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