Business in the front, Party in the back

Yesterday I went in to do another flu study. I say another because this is my 3rd flu study and I've also done a Small Pox study. I know that some people are really apprehensive about these types of things, but this place is really nice and at $300-$700 each study, can you really say no? There not bad either, you just have to get 1-2 shots and have your blood drawn a few times, and sometimes fill out some paperwork on any side effects, and you get paid. Overall, I'd say I've made $2000 from them in the past 2 1/2 years.

K, so I'm in the waiting room, reading a magazine (from Jan 2007, by the way) when this cute guy walks in and sits down RIGHT NEXT to me. Now there are about 15 chairs in this room and only 2 others are taken by 2 other guys. So, right away I'm kind of caught off guard because who would sit next to a complete stranger when there are clearly other choices. But he's kind of cute so I'm okay with it. Well he's cute until he opens his mouth, that is.

Here is the conversation that followed:

Cute Guy: Wow, (referring to the magazine I'm looking at) they call that fashion?
D: Uh, oh, it's actually the worst dressed page.
Cute Guy: Oh, I was gunna (yes, this is how it was actually pronounced) say, that's pretty bad.
D: Yeah. (At this point I go back to looking at my magazine, trying to appear intrigued in what I'm reading)
Cute Guy: (Noticing my flip flops with my sorority letters on them) So, you're in a sorority?
D: (Still not making direct eye contact) Yeah, I was.
Cute Guy: So, are they like the movies portray them?
D: Uhhh, how do you mean?
Cute Guy: Like, tons of parties and stuff.
D: Oh, yeah. We had a few parties. (Take note of the short answers. I'm beginning to feel the creeper vibe.)
CREEPER Guy: So you go to _______________. ( I was wearing a shirt with my college's name on it.)
D: Yeah.
Creeper: Do you go to the one in __________? I drive by that one everyday. (Honestly, even if I went to the one he was referring to, am I really going to tell him yes?)
D: No, I go to the main campus.
Creeper: So what are you studying?
D: (Still very interested in my 2 year old magazine. Not making eye contact.) Um, education.
Creeper: Oh, so you're going to be a teacher?
D: (The very sarcastic side of me wanted to reply with something like...Nope, I'm going into sales. Or No, I actually want to work for Anheuser Busch. Or No, I plan on becoming a marine biologist. Of course I'm going to be a teacher!) Yeah.
Creeper: Yeah, you look like a teacher.
D: Um, thanks?
Creeper: Teachers are really unique.
D: Yeah, you have to really have the passion for it.
Creeper: Ya know, teachers are like MULLETS.

Yeah, I'll give you a second to soak that one in.

D: (Now, I make eye contact, with what I'm sure is the weirdest look I've ever given someone.) Uh, what?!?!

Creeper: You know, like teachers are business all day and then they have fun at night.

D: Um, I guess...

Thankfully, I got called back about 30 seconds later. I'm not sure if it was in fact my turn, but maybe the doctor could tell I was in trouble. I really wonder what the other 2 guys in the waiting room were thinking. They looked like respectable guys and I'm sure were laughing on the inside too. You would think this guy would take the hint, short answers, no eye contact, I'm not asking any questions back to keep the conversation going. Gosh, why do I attract only the creepers?