Beautiful day in the neighborhood

It's such a beautiful day! Who would expect 70 degrees in the middle of February? I can drive with the moon roof open! The weather's been nice mostly since Saturday, and I have been meaning to sit outside at a restaurant just because I can. Well, I could, if I had the time.

I spent all of Saturday working on a project, but I'm not complaining. They are paying me double what I make at the insurance company and I am working with people that used to be at Momentum. One was laid-off and another is about to quit, and they want to start their own company! They might be pulling me in on projects more often, which works out well with my part-time job. Plus, it was kind of fun, and much closer to my old pace--a 20-page and 12-page brochure in 11 hours. Part of Saturday and Sunday I had a headache/fever (?) and actually got sick, but by Sunday night I was feeling much better. I don't know what happened, though. Maybe it was a migraine, my second one ever. Last time that made me sick, too. I'm hoping there is no correlation between that and the project...

Something has been bothering me lately, though. It's really minor and I guess it should be flattering, but mostly it's just annoying. I can barely go anywhere by myself without some guy asking me why I'm alone, etc. Seriously? It just happened at the gas station, which is why it's on my mind again. Here's how it went down this time:

Cashier: Going home?
Me: Yes.
Cashier: ...to your husband?
Me: No.
Cashier: Oh you're not married? Blah blah blah
Me: Uh...
Cashier: I can't believe a girl like you...blah blah blah. Seriously.
Me: Uh, thanks but no. *cue awkward exit*

I was at least relieved that he didn't ask if he could go home with me, because that just happened a couple days ago, as I was pulling out of a parking spot (the guy was driving by). What the hell?! I really don't understand it. More men ask me if I'm married than if I have a boyfriend these days, too, which seems especially weird. There is nothing resembling a ring on my finger. Maybe I'm just getting old?

Thanks but no thanks, guys, really. If I'm out buying gas, shopping, eating at a table by myself, whatever, I just want to be left alone. It's nice and I usually don't mind talking to anyone, but I'd rather not be bothered. I feel like I have to make up excuses for why I'm alone and I don't like actually admitting to these people that I'm not married, either. Can't a girl just eat a sandwich in peace?!