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Creepy 40 something hitting on my teen daughter while we were selling at a local swap meet

The day was great, good crowd, we were unloading treasures we found while cleaning out our garage. Lots of young guys stopping by to chat with my girl, no harm, she is a stand out beauty, they were harmless and kids love to flirt. Then creepy McFuckCreep strolls up, he begins asking about perfume we have, I worked for Estee Lauder for years and had plenty of nice fragrances to sell. I was engaged selling some jeans but I had my eye on him, after my sale was completed I wander to the side of the table where he is engaging in a conversation with my daughter.

He was asking about a particular fragrance, top notes etc. I say "hi, well this one is woody, mildly amber, and the perfect scent for fall." The fucker barely glances at me and says in a condescending tone "I'd rather talk to her." I see then that she has his business card in her hand, black, nice paper, unusual size. I ask for the card from her and say "hi Tyler." He repeats " I'd rather talk to her." I ask my daughter to please go get me a cup of coffee. At that point he is no longer interested in talking fragrance top notes.

So it appears the conversation is over. he starts to walk away from the table saying "you don't have anything that interests me." I reply "yeah, I think I do, but here take your card back, I have your phone number memorized." Then I handed him his card that I had ripped into pieces.

We googled him tonight, he is a 48 year old real estate agent in our town. Seriously, WTF?

Hey Fellow Boomers, I Am 60 And Have Lots Of Regrets, I Will Share Mine, Share Yours

I dropped out of college in 1979 to marry a guy I really didn't even like. God, it sounds so stupid to write that and then to think I did it, but I did, and I regret that. You?
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