I Attract Weirdos

Do I have a sign on me that reads, "I'm desperate and will hook up with anybody"? I'm not an egocentric person but I'd feel a lot better about myself if a decent looking man would approach me instead the usual thuggish ruggish guy hollering at me, the geriatric man sizing me up and down, the neighborhood paraplegic throwing comments my way, or the Asian Hobbit that creeps up on me from behind on the dance floor. I think that the type of guy a girl can get is related to her own looks. So WTF does that say about me if the type of guys that I'm attracting are less than stellar?

Today I was sitting in the far end of the train and noticed a man, who was sitting in the middle of the train, staring at me. He looked like he could play a killer in a movie. I was listening to my iPod and avoided looking straight ahead to where he was sitting. A couple stops later, he walked over to the door that I was next to. Maybe he was getting off the next stop? No. There was no map there so he didn't have a reason to be hovering there. Then he sat down on the bench perpendicular to mine. I started to look at the pictures on my iPod to avoid eye contact with him but he had to ask me if he could ask me a question. (By the way, if you have a question, just ask it. Don't ask me if you can ask it!) Creepy Guy had a crazy unibrow going on. Maybe he doesn't tweeze it to distract people from looking at his receding hair line.

Creepy Guy: Hi, sorry to bother you, but I had to tell you that you're very pretty. Where is your ring?

Me: [Gawd, why is it that there's no one around me right now?!] I'm too young to be married.

Creepy Guy: You must get that question a lot. How old are you?

Me: Uhhh, no. Young enough to not be married. (Kept looking at my iPod to avoid talking more...doesn't work.)

Creepy Guy: I'm going fishing right now. Do you live around here?

Me: That's nice. Yes. This is my stop, gotta go.

Seriously, I'm a weirdo magnet.