I was just thinking the other day how long it had been since I'd been hit on while busking by someone totally unsuited to me.
Yesterday at Park Street, a guy asked how long I'd been playing violin.
"Since fourth grade, so quite a while."
"Do you chase the men, or do men chase you?"
"...(oh). I'm married."
"Aw. I was totally about to ask you out."
"Heh, sorry."
"Do you know anyone who's single? Seeing a beautiful woman with a stringed instrument just does something to me."
"(I don't want to know what.) No, sorry. Don't miss your train."
"Huh? Oh, oh yeah."
"Bye! (Oy.)"
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