Why It’s Always a Good Idea to Flirt with a Hot, Rich, Older Man at Work: Part 2

As I helped Mr. Blue Eyes by try­ing to get an idea of what scents his wife pre­ferred, he asked me a ques­tion men weren’t sup­posed to ask a woman. “Do you mind if I ask you how old you are?”

I was taken aback. I wasn’t sure if he was try­ing to be rude or gen­uinely inter­ested. I tried to come up with a clever answer, but I didn’t want to be cheesy.

Uh no, I’m 19.” I smiled, a lit­tle con­fused. It was as if he noticed, because he read­ily apol­o­gized and tried to explain.

It’s just that my wife is prob­a­bly a lit­tle closer to your age than you might be assuming—she’s 26. That way, you’re not point­ing me to ‘old lady’ per­fumes,” he said, laugh­ing as my eyes widened.

Yeah, I’m a lit­tle older than her, as I can see by your sur­prise. We’ve been mar­ried for two years and dated for three years before that. And before you ask, I’m 51.” He smiled shyly after con­fess­ing his per­sonal rela­tion­ship to a younger woman. I was at a loss of words, not because of the age dif­fer­ence, although that was shock­ing, but because he just told that bit of pri­vate infor­ma­tion to a com­plete stranger.

Oh, wow! Well, I’m cer­tainly not point­ing you in any direc­tion because of any assump­tions I may be mak­ing, which I’m not. This is one of our best­sellers and these, right here, are sim­i­lar in the sense that they also give off a strong rich fra­grance,” I said quickly. I was try­ing to main­tain my pro­fes­sion­al­ism, make the sale, and dwell over the man after he left. Whether or not he was in a 25-year age gap rela­tion­ship was his own busi­ness and most cer­tainly not mine.

Oh ok, I’m just mak­ing sure. She really likes the more creamy vanilla smells as well. Is there one that’s kind of like a com­bi­na­tion of both?” he replied, a lit­tle embar­rassed and ready to stick to the topic of mak­ing a purchase.

Happy to oblige, I pointed to one of our new fra­grances. “This one here should be the per­fect one for her then. It just came in this morn­ing. It’s got a vanilla bean mixed with a deep cin­na­mon smell.” As I handed him the bot­tle to see for him­self, he agreed and took the match­ing body spray and shower gel set. The rest of the sale went quickly. I rang him up and asked if he needed it to be gift wrapped. Already know­ing the answer, I brought out the gift bas­ket and the minute I tied the bow, he thanked me and was out the door.

Even now, this story always makes me smile. Mr. Blue Eyes looked to be a con­fi­dent, charm­ing, well taken care of man in his steady declin­ing prime. Along with the black Amer­i­can express card that he handed over to me in a rush, it was obvi­ous that he felt embar­rassed. Regard­less, if I was just a young sales girl, I struck a chord in him enough that he needed to brag about his rela­tion­ship. Because one thing was for sure, he loved his wife and my appar­ent “put-offness” with him made him want to let me know that he’s still “got it.”

What he didn’t pick up on is that regard­less of his age, he was still attrac­tive and as he left that day, all the girls were swoon­ing and com­plain­ing about how I was the lucky one that he went to ask for help. For me, it was like some­thing went off in my head, almost as if I all of a sud­den real­ized what I had been miss­ing out on while I was with Jared. For some rea­son I felt bet­ter about the breakup, because Mr. Blue Eyes was a sign that there was more out there for me.