Come-On of The Week

I'm standing at the music rack by the check-outs downtown at the Cleveland Public Library Main Branch looking for Kenny Rogers. I've got my messenger bag, but no books or anything. I've just walked in. This guy comes up to me and sort of mumbles "Did you find any good books?"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's just you look like my ex, Susan. She was from Alaska. We were going to get married until her parents broke us up."

I look at him. This isn't mistaken identity. It's a come-on situation. And it's one of the weirder ones I've been in.

"Well..." I say. "I'm sorry to bring up bad memories. Have a nice day."

And then I flee into popular fiction.

It's not me, it is? I'm apparently cute and approachable. But from the guy rubbing himself on the train, to the ones who try and talk to me on my way to work, to this---I have got to get out of this town.