Serious Question: How much would you pay for me?

P2000 pesos, one perverted old man around fifty to sixty years old wearing jeans and a light colored shirt apparently decided.

Earlier today, around four o’clock or so, I was at the cinema of one particular mall in Cubao (I’ve been harassed, I don’t want to get sued for public humiliation or slander too, so I’m not going into specifics) checking out the movies showing this week, waiting for the presents I bought to be wrapped. Suddenly, I hear someone whisper beside me saying, “I’ll give you two thousand.” I turn my head and see a decent looking person with the above description peering over to my side. At this point I already knew what he meant but I was still in denial. I figured what I thought he was saying only happened in TV or the big screen. But, noticing the absence of a reply, he once again tried to… ehem… purchase me.

I played dumb. I said, “Wha?”

Then he said, “Kasi…” *giggle* *giggle* “I like you eh…”

Shet. Someone says I like you and it just had to be a perverted old man around fifty to sixty years old wearing jeans and a light colored shirt and not a gorgeous teen idol around sixteen to nineteen wearing a short skirt, knee high socks, and sexy top.

Shet.

My immediate response AND reflex was, “This is the part where I run away.”

I knew pick-ups happened anywhere and everywhere but I never thought that it would happen to me. I’m fine though, in case anyone’s wondering. I’m really not scared for life or anything dramatic as that. I’m not even angry at the guy even, being a weird guy as I am. I mean, he was just trying to get lucky. Maybe he would bump into someone high or maybe blind.

But, I feel insulted…

Appalled…

Disgusted…

Revolted to the fact that the guy tried to pick me up for two effing thousand pesos.
I mean, I’m young, strong, fair complexion, and good-looking as far as I know. (LOL! XDXD)

Come on, how much would you buy me?
---my parents said they wouldn’t even bother! The nerve! xD