Confused

One of my coworkers came to my office asking me if I had some fix a flat. Sad to say, I am known at the job to have automotive stuff in my trunk...oil, coolant, brake fluid, you name it, I prolly got some. It comes with having a bucket!

Anyways, when I told her I didn't have any, she looked dissappointed and asked how much does it cost. I told her "no more than 5 bucks" and her look in response said that she didn't have it. So I told her that I'd take care of it. She told me not to. I went outside to see how flat she was...she was on the rim...we just can't have that so I went to Walmart up the road and got her a can. It's amazing how the smallest things can make you feel so good. I felt good for being in a position where I could help.

But that is not the confusing part....

So I am up at walmart and this "ight" looking guy approaches me trying to sell his groups cd. He isn't my physical type, but what stood out on him what that his eyes and his complexion matched! Interesting.

So I buy a copy and tell him to sign it. **Gotta help the local artist** We make quick small talk and I roll out. I get back to the office and pull out the cd to listen to it for the remainder of my work day and I read the autograph....

"Thanks for your support. I'll talk to you tonight." then has a number listed!!!!!

HUH????

First the waiter at Gladys Knight restaurant and now the local artist. I am not used to dudes offline just giving me there number (sue me). Especially when I am almost at my highest weight ever! I am confused! Where were these approches when I was smaller and dressing womanly? I mean I got on a plain tee/jeans/and basketball shoes! Maybe it's the hair....yeah that's what I'll put it on....my hair....I just don't get it.