Lucky for you, I'm taken

Today I will share another example of delusional older men. Last year I was waiting outside my professor's office when some random guy walked by. I'm not really sure what his job description was, besides, you know, creeping. He was bald, probably in his late thirties, and ugly as sin. He starts up conversation and being the polite midwestern gal that I am, I reciprocate. We talked about the weather, and other random crap like that. I still haven't figured out what he was doing in that building, but whatever. Then, I give up on waiting for my professor and start to leave. Well, baldy starts following me up the stairs. At this point warning bells are going off in my head, seeing as I'm walking in an empty stairwell to leave. I pick up the pace while he continues the conversation.
Baldy: Would it be awkward for me to give you a compliment?
Me: Excuse me? (I think I was too freaked to register what he was saying).
Baldy: Can I pay you a compliment?
Me: Oh, sure.
Baldy: Well you are just absolutely beautiful.
Me: Thank you.
Baldy: If my heart weren't already taken, I would ask you for your number.

That's great buddy, but I certainly wouldn't have given it to you. Keep in mind this happened not one week after the old dude from Hobby Lobby asked me out. Apparently I give off this vibe that I am open to multi-generational experimentation. My bad.

Moral of the story:
Stop conversing with males over the age of thirty unless they are family.