I'm not so great with girls my age, but I could be cleaning up with women over 40 on two or more antidepressants. A couple times a week I have some middle aged women (never one of those hot middle aged women though) tell me that I'm "so cute," or I'm "such a sweetheart." One even told me that if she was 20 years younger, she'd marry me.
Perhaps all the antidepressants mixed with xanax is clouding their judgment just a little bit, but if that was the case, why can't some young, hot, crazy chick tell me I'm cute? It's always the way-over-the-hill ones. Actually, I know the answer to that question: There are no hot, young chicks who need any help from a pharmacist. They come in, pick up their prescriptions, and leave without any complications or questions asked.
Maybe I should just go with it though. I'll just wait until some wealthy, well-connected, not entirely unattractive older women tells me I'm cute, and then I'll flirt back. You know... flash a little smile, say something witty all the while solving her insurance problem. That could be my ticket out of this profession.
Nah.... I'd probably be her weekend fling, something to tell her Bridge club about. Oh well... I'll just wait until I'm 40 to get with the 40+ women. Of course, that's only if my admirers aren't 60 at that time.