Late night snack attack

Sometimes at night, my sweet tooth gets the best of me and forces me to go to the local Macks to grab some snacks (chocolate, fruit candy, whatever I can get my hands on). So last night, after I dropped off a friend at her house, I went to the store and grabbed a few snacks for home. I walked in to the store wearing pajama pants and my big school sweater and a thick jacket. This man came up to me and started to hit on me. The conversation went as follows:

Random Man (RM): Got a sweet tooth huh?

LemonDrop (LD): Yeah.

RM: You know, all of that sugar is going to keep you up all night.

LD: Meh, it's not like I sleep all that much anyways.

RM: I see. Maybe you should come over to my place and we can work on that.

LD: Umm, no thanks.

RM: Come on, I'll make it worth your while.

LD: (Quickly pays for things and runs out of the store)

Jeez, that man must've been off his rocker. Better yet, he probably just came from the local pub (he was also buying snacks) and trying to sober up before he went home. Ah well. Despite the creepiness of this guy, it still made me feel kinda good. I mean, if I can get hit on (even though he was probably drunk) while in my pjs, imagine what could happen if I tried.

A really good friend of mine, FlyAway, left me today to go to Europe for 4 months. She does this every summer. She takes off and comes back with a great tan. It's no fair. Oh well. I've decided that next summer, I'm going to Europe. I guess I should start saving now.