The pickup line

So I was hit on yesterday when I was teaching a class of first aid. He asked for my business card to look into volunteering with one of the organisations I teach for. During the day, he helped me make cpr dummies and said that he liked me. I'm dubious because I had a Nigerian lover when I lived in the UK and lived spitting distance to Peckham in London. I know a bit about Nigerian culture and it isn't necessarily good. If he contacts me, I'll start a phrase and if he can finish it, I'll go on a date with him. He actually was cute.

I know. I'm ridiculous in that I've been pining for some action then when it has the potential to come my way I make it jump through flaming hoops.

There is a reason I am single. Obviously.