I went to get my oil changed this morning. I dropped the car off at 7:30 AM and went to the customer service lounge to wait. There's a guy in there reading a magazine. This may be a small town thing, but it's the kind of place you say, "Good morning. How are you doing?" as you sit down. You greet people, make small talk, and if you're farmers, you talk about the weather and crops.

Last time I was there, while the farmers chatted, I read a magazine. My reading was interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice. An interview of my dad from the night before was running on the TV. Due to the nature of his job, he's been on TV a lot during my life. My favorite was America's Most Wanted. Mostly so I can say, "My dad's been on America's Most Wanted." Granted, he was the detective on the case that was profiled on the show, but nonetheless...

This morning, it was just me and this guy. He's making friendly small talk. But it quickly turns to...

"You married?"

"Uh, no."

"Why aren't you married?" (Don't ask single people this question. It's stupid and insensitive. I just looked at him for a moment, contemplating my response. I almost said, "I'm not really sure. It could be there is something wrong with me and that underneath these freckles and cute flip flops is a sociopath who will tweeze your eye brows while you sleep.")

"That's a tough question. I don't know. I guess the right one hasn't come along."

"Are you dating anyone?"

"No. I'm not really even interested in dating right now. I don't have any plans to stay in this area long."

"Oh come on now, you need someone to take you to dinner sometimes, someone to fool around with."

"I'm not really that girl. The 'someone to fool around with' kind." (I'd be lying if I said it's NEVER happened. It has, but not lately.)

"You should be open. Mr. Right could come along at any time. You don't know who is going to walk by." (Hopefully, he wasn't harboring any chick flick romantic notions that he could in fact be the said Mr. Right, and our love story at the car dealership was about to begin.)

We talked about some other stuff, but I wasn't interested, and it was flippin' 7:30 in the morning. I was too tired to care. Fortunately, another customer came in, greeted us, and our conversation ended.

You know, he wasn't a bad guy. As in, he might have just been making polite conversation, and I shouldn't assume he was chatting me up, and he really wasn't as weird as some other guys this year. Regardless, just not my type.

2008 continues to be a disappointing year for being hit on.

In other news...I bought two new CDs, Regina Spektor, Begin to Hope and Brad Paisley, 5th Gear. Two completely different genres. Both excellent.