So this man came in to work today to do some paperwork, and I happened to be at the front desk when he came in, so I helped him.

He was all smiley and friendly, talking to me about his new job, and how his 3 day weekend was. He was about 60, had totally grey hair and looked like someone's grandfather, but he kind of creeped me out. I could feel him staring at me as I marked the places on the paperwork where he needed to sign. It was really awkward. I resisted the urge to see if my blouse had come unbuttoned.

Finally, the paperwork was done and I handed him my card.

He said, "Hey, thanks a lot," and turned to walk out the door. At the last second he turned around and said, "Excuse me, but can I talk to you on a personal level for a minute?"

Oh shit! God, I hope he's not going to try to hit on me! No, he's too old for that. Maybe he's going to try to set me up with his son or something. His son's probably hideous if his father has to find him a date. Quick, think of an excuse! Wait, you don't need an excuse! You have a boyfriend! Okay, that's good!

"Um, sure," I said.

He pointed to my forehead. "You know what's really good for pimples? Lemon. Dries 'em up every time. It's a family secret of mine. You should try it."