Has all the reading made me age prematurely?

On the Metro this evening, while reading "The Cult of True Womanhood" for class and giggling silently to myself, I heard a voice I vaguely recognized. Admittedly, I first thought it was my very married next door neighbor chatting up an intern. Once I actual caught a glimpse of the guy, I realized it was the law student who'd looked me up on facebook, asked me if I wanted to catch This American Life live, never got back to me about the show only to run into me at 2 AM one U St. on Saturday night and never talk to me again after that. D.C. is an alarmingly small town sometimes. While he and the intern were chatting it up I did my best to keep reading and hide behind my hair (owing to magical ever-sagging pants and a noticeable umbrella absence this morning, I was in no position to pretend to be cute in public.) I managed to refocus my attention on the article, again to the point of giggles. I must have looked up smiling because I caught the attention of an older gentleman (40? 45? He had retired Marine hair and wore IT sneakers.)

It is possible that inferred flirtation from my smiling glance upward and immediate diversion. I've read that this maneuver is often adopted by girls who know what they're doing. I most assuredly do not know what I am doing. Two stops later, Sargent Orthopedic Shoes came over to me with his card, scribbled on it a request for coffee.

While I'm flattered and appreciate the balls it must take to do something I'd need an entire bottle of Irish whisky to accomplish, this whole appealing to the Grecian Five set isn't my thing. I'm starting to worry that these men think I am older than I am. Significantly older.

He also has a really ugly business card. Horrible, easily bent card stock and a terrible graphic.

In other news, while walking to the Mason bookstore today, I thought the man in front of me might have been Jason (I really should have given him a nickname.) He was grey in the same places, wore remarkably similar clothing, and walked the same way. By the time I decided whether I was alright with this man actually being Jason, he turned a corner and clearly wasn't.