This is what happens when you meet people

So, Tues night I am sitting at Bennigans visiting with Mike, my new bartending buddy. I walked in (this is the fifth or so time that I have stopped over to visit him). A man came in and sat down next to me. In the course of Mike and I's convo, he said "well, you are from Nebraska", a common slam from him. The man next to me asks where in NE? I reply: Lincoln. "Ah, so are you a football fan?"
"Have you meet anyone from Lincoln that is not?"

We continued to chat. He sells voice recognition software to hospitals and used to have the NE account with Methodist, St. E's, and Bryan. Then it all went downhill. First, he tells me that he has two twin daughters. I chat him up about that. They are 12 and we started talking about how my sister and I did not really lead separate lives until college. He goes off on how he is going to make sure that his girls are going to be individuals. They are not going to be grouped together so that they could grow up to be confident. SLAP! Did he just miss the insult that he delivered?

Then, he asks what brought me to Fl. I give him the whole "I'm young, I'm single, I'm exploring the world" speech. "Single? No guys here?"

"Nope, they are just trouble. I still haven't shaken off the last guy in Nebraska" This demonstrates my witty bantering ability that is usually found endearing in response to the single status questions.

"Well, don't take too long. I mean really, you shouldn't wait too long to get married and have kids. What about these guys?" he motions to the bartenders.

"Well, one of them I don't know and the other is married."

"Well, really, don't take too long."

arrrrggghhhh!!!! This is literally the first outright bad reaction I have ever received to my decision to move to FL. Everyone else has thought it to be adventuresome or brave in some manner, even if they are family members who wish that I did not do it. What a jerk!

Then, when he asks where I live, I reply "Across the street"

Oh, He's STAYING at the HoJo across the street. Well, it's not really across the street. Across the street is the grocery store that my apartment is behind, then the Sonic, then the stripclub, then the HoJo. All of a sudden is he checking me out. Staring at Little Miss Sunshine stretched across my t-shirt and everytime I turn to talk to Mike and turn around he it oggling my butt. Do you suppose he thought I meant the stripclub was my home? Really, there is just no excuse. By this time I have already asked for my check, feel horribly insulted and have the funny idea that he is wondering "Don't strippers have to have bigger boobs?"

I say, "It was nice meeting you, I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay here in Tampa." with as little malice as I can possibly muster.....

Men.