Ummm, am I in the Twilight Zone?

Okay, here's the deal. I was scheduled off on Saturday, and sick on Monday, so after last Friday, today was my first day back at work. So basically two days in a row, I ended up opening a checking account for a new customer with a strange fascination for me. This guy was way more into me than the first one. But he was the same age (I am guessing) as my uncle. (BTW, Aunt Mar, how old is Uncle Steve?) He really was embarrassing me with his overt flirting, and never caught on that I wasn't interested. I told him 3 times that I am not allowed to date my customers (which isn't exactly true, but Michelle has always told us if there's a customer who is bothering us for a date and won't give up, she'll back us up if he complains), and he kept coming up with something else we could go do. He wanted to take me dancing (country style), bowling, or out to shoot pool. I think he wanted to take me to a bar and get me drunk or something because he asked if I drank. I proudly said, "No, I have never even tasted a drop; I don't even smoke." So then he told me that he also rarely drinks, and he's down to about a pack of cigarettes a day. What a winner!!

At first, it wasn't so bad, he told me I was really pretty, and I accepted the compliment happily. I guess that was my downfall. I am too nice!! But this guy wouldn't let up!! He kept complaining to Michelle that he was late for work and couldn't wait for a personal banker to open his account, and then when he got to my desk, he wouldn't leave!! He spent an hour and a half opening one checking account! He told me my glasses made me look like a lawyer, like a hot young prosecutor. (That's it, where are my grannie glasses?) He showed me pictures of his three year old son (who is actually really cute-he must look like his mom), and was far too excited when I gave him my business card as I finally ushered him out the door. I really didn't want to give him the card, but I was afraid I'd never get rid of him if he didn't think there'd be some future contact. (The other pb's have strict instructions that I am not there if he calls...)

Michelle, Robert and I were joking that I'm not allowed to wear make-up or do my hair anymore. (I straightened it, curled the ends, and wore it down. Even I thought it looked too good this morning while I was getting ready for work.) But then, Robert said, "Michelle, I don't think that's such a good idea. How else are we supposed to get credit cards?" Gee, thanks Robert. Watch me come over and help next time you have a psycho customer...