Thanks, but no thanks!

Whenever I wear my glasses old men feel the need to hit on me! I only wear them when I'm in a lazy mood which also likely means my hair isn't as on point as it should be nor is my outfit, but the old men seem to love the busted look!

Yesterday evening I went to the beauty supply store since my sister is going to braid my hair today and I needed some hair.
*sidenote, yall I got a relaxer last week and my hair has grown so much! It's also evening out now, it's healthy and thick and making it's way toward armpit length!*
Ok so I'm in the BSS and I can't figure out what color hair to get! I dyed my hair last summer and now it's growing out (very nicely I might add) and I was so confused and was separating chunks of my hair in front of the mirror to try and match the color and this old man comes walking up behind me whispering
*sidenote, I can't stand a punk dude! If you are bold enough to step to a woman be bold enough to speak loud enough for her to hear you, what you don't want everybody hearing you get shot down? Or you don't want your wife in the next aisle to hear you?*
So I have a pack of hair in my hand, my hair now in a bush, and my cell phone up to my ear calling my sister trying to figure out how many packs to buy and this lame-o comes up to me:

Lame-o: (whispering) it looks nice just like it is

Me: THANKS (yes I was loud)

Lame-o: (jumps back!) shhhhhh (and he points to my phone at that point, if he didn't see it before I know he saw my ring now) what's your name?

Me: THERAPEUTIC

Lame-o: (jumps back and around the corner!) shhhhh, (pointing to phone again) he's going to ask who you are talking to (i'm thinking to myself so what! What's he going to do track you down by your voice?)

Me: IM ON HOLD WHAT DO YOU WANT

Lame-o: write your phone number down, I need to call you about something (still whispering)

Me: ( I take his pen and start writing) IM WRITING MY HOME NUMBER OK? IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY TO ME TALK TO ME ON MY HOUSE PHONE

Lame-o: why would you do that? It seems easier to do it on the cell phone, that way he won't know your business. i have friends that take picutres of beautiful women and i want to ask them about you (wanna know what I think? If you're bold enough to approach a woman with a ring you should be bold enough to talk to her man, and sir, I am no fool. I saw that episode of SisterSister and I know not to show up at a random dudes house for pictures!)

Me: I DONT DO SECRETS AND I DONT HIDE, IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY TO ME THEN MY HUSBAND NEEDS TO KNOW TOO, I AM HIS BUSINESS (and then I walk out the store cuz he has irritated me to no end and I can't focus enough to get my hair)

Then this morning I'm in Baltimore working from the client's building because I'm covering for somebody and this man comes in (there is another woman who sits in this office with me, miss d).

Beer belly lame-o: Good morning young lady
Me: Good morning (insert smile)
Beerbelly: Oh miss d, I have to tell you this young lady is much better that . I never gave a second look, but this one?! Whoooo, much improved
Miss d: boy you better behave yourself
Beerbelly: (looks at me) Don't worry, I've been de-clawed (winks and walks away!)

Ewwwwww, no thank you sirs!