Who's your daddy...

I once again got in touch with my neo-punk roots last night taking in a NoFX concert at Jannus Landing. And yes, me and my 38 year old boss/friend were the oldest ones there.

Half way through the show...and this is no lie...I got hit on. I attribute it to my new updated Lance Bass haircut.

She pulled the old, "I think I know you, you look very familiar." For fun, I played along as gave her my smoothest response. "Nope, don't think so."

"Where do you live," she querried.

I shot back with the moxie of 007, "Clearwater. Maybe you've seen me at the Super Target, I go there a lot."

Her response, "Nope, I don't go there. Where do you go to school?" Cue tires-screaching sound effects and my sarcastic chuckle.

"I don't go to school. I have healthcare and a car payment."

But is is good to know that I have now been approached by 100% more women as a 24 year old than all three years of high school.