So, I never realized that I had gotten "hot" until a couple of weeks ago.
I'll be honest--boys don't give me a second look. Sometimes not even a first look. I get maybe a glance. It's okay. I accept it.
When I was at the library a couple of weeks ago, I was straightening shelves and a guy walks up to me and asks about getting onto the computers. As I'm not very knowledgeable regarding internet policies or getting onto a computer, I offered to find him a librarian because I was only a volunteer. I found the librarian on duty and gladly passed him along.
He made it a point to ask my name. Told me his name was Marco.
I laughed after he left. As I explained before---these things don't happen to me.
Marco came back though. And tried to chat with me. While I straightened shelves.
I wondered what I would do if he asked my number. Did I know anyone's number off the top of my head? Only my mother's, but she would just pass my real number along. Maybe I could tell him it's a new phone and I don't remember the number and pass him along to one of my friends.
He never asked my number. He just said, "Well, I'll be on the first floor. At a computer down there." *wink wink*
I left 10 minutes later to go home. Didn't see Marco again.
There may be something to this whole librarian business.
Then again, it hasn't happened since.