He was attractive, but there was something about him that was just…. “Like you paint cars a different color?” he asked. There was more to it than that but… “Yeah.” He was still squirming. “Isn’t that—” I knew exactly where this crap was going. “—you know, more of a man’s job?” “No,” I told him patiently. “I do it too, and I’m not a man.” I should have stayed home. Being alone was better than being here with a man who didn’t know what my name was. “Why?” he asked all of a sudden. I finally couldn’t suppress my frown. “Why what?” “Isn’t there something else you can do?”
That ur cue to leave 🚪🚶🏾♀️
