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I looked up at one of the screens showing an ESPN classic game. I saw Johnny Damon’s adorable face, followed by his batting record for the day. God help me, but when I saw “Johnny Damon, single” flash across the screen I got a momentary glimpse of hope and thought “Why do sportscasters so toy with my heart?”

Some guy actually looked at me and said, “Those pants look amazing on you. They’d look even better balled up on the floor at the foot of my bed.” I was embarrassed for him.

A group of co-workers for a phone company stopped me to ask and settle a bet- they asked me what the area code on my cell phone was. I gave them three guesses (917, 201, 646) before saying they were all wrong because I’ll never change my hometown phone number. On my next pss by, I asked the guy why the subject came up? He said that they are notorious for stereotyping people by area codes. When I asked what my guesses implied, he deflected the situation pretty brilliantly, responding, “Well, actually, Joe just wanted your phone number, and we figured getting the first three digits was a good start.” I was amused enough to drop the conversation and walk away before anything could progress into awkwardness.

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