connections

golly gee... I've just had what is my idea of the day from hell. guess it comes with the new job. ugh. I hate traveling at the best of times...
I caught my first connection this morning at 9am. at 1pm I had an hour interview/meeting. I arrived home at about six o'clock. when I wasn't en route either way, I was standing about waiting for my connections.
I haven't eaten since 11am, and I'm starving! My feet were really hurting. due to delays, I had half an hour to wait for my last, fivepm, connection home. I wasn't happy. I didn't feel that the day's work had gone particually well. I was tired.
...then some chap started chatting me up. what should I do in those situations? some of my gfs would have just told him to get lost without a second thought; well, perhaps unless they really thought he was hot! under those circumstances, the way I felt, there was no way anyone was going to seem attractive to me. not unless they looked exactly like my front door.
if he had been in any way rude, or just irritating in some way, I could and would have done my utmost to ignore him.
I don't think girls often consider the devestation that they can cause... mens' egos tend to be fragile as it is. (no offence intended!!)I can't be deliberately rude without genuine provocation, so I always start off polite, and see how it goes.

this man today started off (I think... ) by saying/asking that I probably thought he was about seventy? I replied that I hadn't actually thought about it. he told me he was fifty-five. way too old for you? he laughed, half in hope, I think, that I'd say I loved older men. which I don't, particually. there were two or three longish hairs growing out of the front of his nose. I almost reached without thinking for my tweezers.
he actually asked me out... this evening, for a drink.
I politely declined!
the thing is though, he was actually quite sweet. he was ok-looking; he didn't seem ancient! I quite liked him, and accepted his compliments, with grace, hopefully.
it may have been that I was grateful for someone to chat with, coz of the hideous day I had had; and was still in the throes of. I was tired, so my resistance to conversations with strange men was low. we had a little chat whilst we were waiting for the train, and he managed to cheer me up a bit.
when I got off at my stop, I glanced back to say goodbye, and I caught his eye. he blew me a kiss. I smiled and waved.
I wasn't interested in anyway romantically from the moment I met him untill now... but he made me smile, and that really did make a difference to my day.