Last reflections on the conference

I get hit on very rarely. I'm generally not in environments where hitting on a woman makes sense. The bars I do frequent in GradShitTownVille are overrun by half-naked sorority girls, so I can easily slink into the back of the bar unnoticed. I'm perfectly content with this. I prefer being a wallflower to being groped.

The computer science conference I attended a few days back was the last place on earth that I thought I would get hit on. It was during breakfast, sitting at a table with six other male computer scientists. After a series of weird jokes and awkward touching of my arm, the guy next to me delivered the following gem,

I bet you are a Nine Inch Nails kind of girl.

As I excused myself from the table, I replied, "Well, I've always thought 'Head Like a Hole' was a catchy little tune."

Of course, I wasn't sure that I was being hit on. I was running on 1 hour of sleep, and I'm pretty naive about such things. Later, I asked my Spanish friend who also happened to be at the conference, "Erm, was that guy hitting on me during breakfast?" To which he replied in perfect Indigo Montoya pentameter, "He was hitting on you so hard."