I got asked out on a date today. That doesn't happen very often anymore.
I was standing next to a young man in a lunch counter queue at my favourite local Asian take-out restaurant, and he started making random small-talk with me. I hate small talk and find the sorts of things people say when they're small-talking to be maddeningly inane. I am working on being nicer though so I played along, making all the right noises at the appropriate times and responding to questions. He asked me to join him for lunch, but I explained how I had to take my food back to the office. I was then smoothly invited for dinner and/or drinks some evening soon.
I was surprised and a little flattered. Usually when men hit on me they act like unmitigated asses and generally make me hate the whole lot of dick-bearing fools. This one actually seemed a decent guy, so I was gentler in my refusal than I typically am, and told him that my husband expects me home for dinner otherwise I would join him.
I think it's my new hair. I look really good with this new hair.