Poor, poor pitiful me
All these boys won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me
A man at work, who, I must admit, has an effect on me, was questioning my co-workers. He asked them my name, my age, where I was from, what I was like, and if I was single.
He makes it a point to be near my station several times a night. He walks by A LOT. He stares. He watches. He is making me feel like the only doughnut at a Weight Watchers Convention.
Finally, last night he told me he is married. WTF? If you have someone at home, why are you even checking me out?!