How NOT to Pick Up a Chick

Our good friend Ashley, who goes by the moniker TXTrendyChick, had an interesting experience today:

I saw him walking toward me, eyes locked, and when I moved to the right, he moved to his left.  There was no way I was getting out of this one.

Dude:  ”I know this is really random but I couldn’t help but notice that you are  strikingly beautiful.”

Me:  ”Oh, why thank you.  What a kind thing to say.”

[I step to the left.  He steps in front of me, again.  Alright, Dude, what petition do you want me to sign?  Is this one "for the children" or "to fight world hunger" because either way no.]

 And this guy was a real charmer:

Dude:  ”Would you like some company?  Perhaps I can accompany you to get a cup of coffee or maybe a pretzel?”

[Oh my gosh, I'm being hit on.  At the mall.  Did he just ask me if I'd be interested in a pretzel??  Wow.]

Who was suddenly disarmed:

Dude:  ”Have you always been political?  How did you get involved in that?”

Me:  ”I was moved up a tax bracket when I was 25 because, according to the federal government, I made too much money.  I  also realized I was being taxed more because I wasn’t married or have kids, so I decided to do something about it.  Heaven forbid people get to keep what they work for…”

Dude:  ”Oh, so you’re a Republican?  Never mind.”

[Emphasis added]

 And the best part of all:

Me (shouting after him):  ”I worked for Ted Cruz!  You’re welcome!”