Ladies, if you ever find yourself at BWI airport in Baltimore, MD please beware that there is a serial flirter on the loose.
Last year I had to travel to Massachusetts for business. While at the airport waiting for my flight to board a gentleman (and I use that term loosely) about 20 years my senior approached me and began a conversation. My thoughts the whole time were of begging him to leave me alone. Vanish already! But alas, he never did. He kept assaulting my ears with his incessant incoherent babbling and my nose with his foul breath. Yeah guy, I want you all over me.
Thankfully the time for my plane to board arrived and I was off never to see this person again. Fast forward approximately 10 months or so and a coworker is returning home from a long weekend in Miami (I hate her right now). She begins to tell me about this short, older gentleman with salt and pepper hair that approached her at baggage claim and asks if he could take her out.
Hmmmmm. This is beginning to sound pretty familiar.
Me: Did he give you a plain white card?
Coworker: OMG! He sure did. The plainest card ever.
Me: Is his name Richard?
Damn Rich, I thought I was special.