Kay, so today is not a flashback to the eighties, it is a flashback to my sister's wedding last week.
So, I am hanging around my mom's kitchen during the open house: checking on food, eating food, replenishing food, eating more food, etc. (Can you see why I looked prego, BTW??)
The photographer is standing next to me.
I ask him, "So, how long do you have to stay here tonight?"
He replies, "Oh, my wife has to leave for work at 8:00 so probably until then."
Me, "That's not too bad!"
Him, "Your kids are cute."
The conversation continues about our children.
So, that's not so creepy. Why is this titled Creepy Guy alert?
My sister called me three days later. He (the photographer) told her that I was hitting on him!!!!!!!!!!
Maybe I'm just out of the loop. I did not realize that talking about my three children and smiling beautifically at my loving hubby across the kitchen island constituted a line.
BUT WAIT, IT GETS WORSE!
Then he proceeded to tell my sister that he thinks my hubby and I are kinky when we are alone.