Old Guys, Ewww

Sitting at the Panera by Taryn's house, doing my school work, I hear the older guy behind me get up and walk in my direction. I look up at him because he has just asked me what I was studying. I tell him, "Spanish", and he he asks more academic questions. I get the feeling he doesn't really care about my academic interests and so I try to brush him off and tell him I need to get back to my work. He stands there... for a good 30 seconds... just looking around, right next to me, then (as if it wasn't awkward enough) mumbles that he is going to the restroom.
My thoughts: "Gah, that was awkward, old guys hitting on you is never fun..."

Then he comes back and tries to talk to me again and somehow asks a question that I tried to swat away by mumbling that I just need to finish my Spanish III homework. (Why won't he go away?). Anywho, eventually he sat down again -thankgoodness. He told me he had to "take this call" and walked away -but not before he stood there awkwardly again for another expanse of time. By the way, his cell phone never rang -though, to give him the benefit of the doubt, it could have vibrated without me knowing. Needless to say, I left after that.


The occurence today reminded me of what happened last week at Starbucks while I tried to do my Economics homework: a man in his 30's came up and asked me in a middle-eastern accent "Are you doing the mathematics?"
I told him I was doing Economics homework and he then asked if I wanted to see a math riddle. A math riddle... Now, every girl's dream is to be wooed by a 30 year-old man who can show her a math riddle.

He sits down next to me (Bad idea: sitting at a table with two chairs) and gets out a pen and a peice of paper (Does he plan for this? To go into Starbucks just so he can show off his mad sudoku and other math-related skills?). He offered me a drink... no, I don't want a drink. He then shows me some weird math riddle: I wrote numbers and added them up and their sum ended up being the number that he wrote like 5 minutes before I wrote my numbers.

He then proceeded to tell me he was an accountant, was from Pakistan, and that he works 2 jobs and sends his parents in Pakistan one of the salaries. Of course, he added that if I wanted to know how he did the math riddle, I could come to Starbucks tomorrow and he would show me.
Me: um, I don't know if I'll have any homework tomorrow...
Pakistani Man: well, let me give you my number then... (searches for his pen)
Me: uhhh, that's ok, really, I might have homework or something (lying through my teeth)

Anywho, he then went to the barista, said something, and left. 10 minutes later that barista came out and handed me a drink saying, "this is for you", and went back to her work.

I didn't go back the next day and actually haven't gone back since.


Why do old guys feel confident enough to hit on me, but not guys my age? I guess guys my age just not desperate enough, haha.