The Fantabulous Life of Miss Mary Anne

Ok, so I went to CVS today, because there is a time in every girls life, about once a month, when you need to go refill your birth control prescription and buy the jumbo box of tampons. Today was that day.

Also, there is a new-ish trend in urban single-dom. The bar scene is played out and weak, so now the “in” thing to do is pick up people at Whole Foods. (Not that this is entirely new, I mean, isn’t that one of the opening scenes from Tales of the City?) Whole Foods nows has singles events and, in the tradition of every DC Safeway having an “S” word to describe it, my local Safeway is, indeed, “Singles Safeway.”

I’m not sure how I feel about this. So, there I am, holding a big box of feminine hygiene product, on my way to the pharmacy counter, and looking at nylons. (Yes, I wear a size Q, and yes, I go for the control top with tummy panel, and yes,  I was deciding if I really wanted “anti-cellulite” fighting pantyhose.  I mean, a girl has to dream that her cellulite-y thighs can be cured by her nylons.)  And  this guy tries to pick me up, talking about how beautiful I am and how he was on his way out, but had to stay so he could look at me. SKETCHY.

It was too icky to even be flattering. I was definitely not interested. Why is it that only sketchy guys hit on me? Is it that I just find the whole concept of picking someone up at the drugstore inherently sketchy? But, surely, there’s some sort of unwritten rule that you should not try to hit on a girl holding a giant box of tampons. Just, don’t even try.