also, yeah. i am hot? uh, maybe

I don't know how I could have forgotten to post this last night, but I got hit on last night on the train, by a guy whose method of hitting upon me was to say over and over that he couldn't believe how much I look like Harry Potter. It's true, I do look kind of like Harry Potter, with my dark hair and glasses and being short. My current haircut (messy verging on "in need of a cut") even more so.
So this guy was asking if Beck was my son, and he wanted my signature (so I signed as Harry) but then was disappointed when I refused to give him my number, too. Beck thinks he was hitting on me as a man to a young boy; I had thought it was as a man to a woman but now have no idea.
Anyway, it was exciting to have someone so obviously hitting on me, but the half-second for which I considered giving him my number made me realize i need to get out more.

so mixer, this friday ---shabbat.... : ( oh well. It'll be a good time.
( the mixer info, if you're interested )