Red Pants Wukking

Walking along to the CVS from the Metro yesterday, deliberately causing a commotion in meh red pants, a guy walks up next to me and indicates I should pull out my speakers:

Him: I just want to say you are so pretty, I would love to be your man.
Me: : blinks :
Him: My name is Andre, what’s yours?
Me: Miko
Him: Girl I would spoil you rotten, take care of you better than any man you’ve ever met. There is nothing you couldn’t get from me… Can I get your number? You have a man?
Me: Yes I have a man and no you can’t get my number.
Him: You happy where you are?
Me: Yes…
Him: I understand, but if it doesn’t work out you come find Andre… I’ll take care of you, you won’t ever need anything. Make sure your man knows that.
Me: Uhhh Thank you Andre. I will pass it along.
Him: Make sure he knows.
Me: (laughing to myself) Confidence is important.
Him: Yes it is, but you come find me if you change your mind.

Me: (In my head) These red pants wukking ya!

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