Adventure.

Believe it or not (this is not particualarly unbelieveable, I don't know why I started this way), there are certain types of women that can be named that without a specific name, face or person attached, will sound attractive to me. Such genres of women include: indie-rock girl, comic book store girl (not to be confused with "comic book store patron girl"), attractive girl, and record store girl. It was the latter who hit on me today while in Rochester with my girlfriend Mo (who, incidentally, fits into the first category mentioned.)

Me: Purchasing the new Ben Folds album, holding an empty container of delicious watermellon flavored bubble tea (the black tapioca pearls look like watermelon seeds(!)).
Her: Figiting with the CD, opening it to make sure that the right CD was in it, attempting to slide the jewel case back into its sleeve. Suddenly:

"Where did you get your glasses?"

Now, keep in mind, I do not have particularly outrageous, or original glasses. In fact, I have just the sort of glasses I would expect a patron of a record store such as this to be wearing. Regardless, I answered the question posed.

"From the regular, old, eyeglasses store."

A brief aside, I said "eyeglasses," and I don't know why that happened. I don't say "eyeglasses," and neither does anyone else under seventy. She thanked me for my answer and the flirtation ended.

And that is the story as to how the record store girl flirted with me and I went home with the indie-rock girl.