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Well, not so much since I've been married.
But maybe more times than I remember, because, as was often the case, whenever women were hitting on me I was utterly clueless.
I remember I'd be out with my sister, doing field work, teaching, whatever, and we'd be leaving a place and my sister would say, "Man... So-an-so was really hitting on you, and you were so cool."
And I'd be thinking, "Huh? She was? I was?"
The first guy I remember hitting on me was in a computer electronics store. I was looking at computer memory modules. We talked about computers and he actually invited me to his house. I didn't recognize that he'd been flirting with me the entire time until much later.
One of my girlfriends actually got me to go out for our "first date" by grabbing me by the hand, not letting go, and dragging me to lunch. She paid for lunch too. Her pickup line was, "Get up. You need to eat."
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