When I was in college, I worked at an optometry office doing customer service. I helped customers find the right glasses by chatting them up and asking questions like, “What do you do for a living?” “Do you play sports?” “Do you go out on the town often?” and a few other lifestyle-related questions. Scott used to come into the office for a new pair of glasses several times a year. Obviously, I got to know him very well, and we became casual friends. Scott was a very wealthy older man (he could be my father or even grandfather) who owned his own business. We talked a lot about what I wanted to do after college, since my goals were similar to his current occupation. I really looked up to him.
One afternoon when Scott came in to pick up his glasses, he asked for my phone number so he could contact me if he ever had a job opening. The optometry office was great with my school schedule, but it was definitely not my goal to work there for the rest of my life. So I gave him every possible way to contact me in hopes that I could one day be rich and successful like him.
A year later, I was still working at the optometry office, and hating every minute of it. Lucky for me, I got a call from Scott who wanted to take me out to dinner to catch up and talk about a possible job opportunity. He never actually said that last part; I just took it to mean that. Later, I found out that Scott was going through a divorce, figuring out custody of his three children, and (apparently) dating. That’s when I realized his request to meet and “catch up” was not a possible job offer, but was more like a request for a date. I never felt so “sick” in my life, so I ended our “date” and headed home to my boyfriend to admit that I just went on a date with an older man. Yes, he still laughs about it to this day.
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