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TIFU by being hit on while having my pulse taken

Times are tough and for the past two months I've been going into a clinic twice a week to donate plasma for extra cash. I walk in there today and overhear the staff talking about how someone needs to shoot their shot and then saying something about how they're pretty sure the guy's married. I don't know exactly, I automatically assumed they were talking about someone else in the back, because no one hits on me and hasn't in years. The last person to was this 6'5 giant Samoan transgender lady, who looked like The Rock, except with long hair and lipstick, who said I smelled 'really' nice.

After I finish completing the questionnaire, I go to the screening area, you know where they take your temperature, pulse and all that, and I keep hearing, "Shoot your shot, girl! Shoot!". This girl ends up calling me up to her booth and there's a lady walking behind her saying, "Do it, do it". Surely they're not talking about me because I'm right fucking here and that would be embarrassing, right? I sit down and roll up my sleeves so she can get to work taking my pulse and everything and then she nervously says, "I feel like I always get you when you come in". Shit.

At this point I start to panic a little bit, realizing, "They were totally talking about me. This lady's about to make move!" I'm not big on attention, especially from strangers and in public and I start to get really embarrassed and flushed realizing what's about to happen. She's trying to make small talk with me, saying, "I'm not sure what's wrong with me today. You probably come in here all the time and think I'm like this weird idiot". I'm generally a nice person though, I know where this is going, but I don't want to be a dick about things, so I reply back that, "Oh no, totally don't. I'm like really easy going too and don't even notice stuff like that. You're doing fine". She then puts the cuff over my bicep to take my pulse and then says that, "You have really pretty eyes, you know that?"

And there it is. I'm trying not to get too flustered and I know that my pulse just jumped and that I need to keep it down if I'm going to get any money for donating today. All I could think was, "God dammit, this is embarrassing and I feel awkward and I'm not going to get any money now on top of it. You really had to hit on me right before you took my pulse? Really?" And so then I just sat there trying to stay calm while she ran her tests. I felt awkward, she felt awkward. Needless to say my pulse was too high and now I have to deal with the awkwardness of it all whenever I go back to that place.

On top of it all, my recently broken up ex-girlfriend and I are trying to remain friends and text each other throughout the day. Just because we're broken up doesn't mean we both don't still want to be in each other's lives. I told her about the encounter immediately afterwards because it was this funny and embarrassing thing that had just happened, thinking she wouldn't be jealous if I explained that I seriously don't plan on dating anyone or anything beforehand. Nope, that definitely wasn't a brilliant thing to do on my part, she was annoyed to crap about that.

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TL;DR Got hit on for the first time in years while I was having my pulse taken to donate plasma and make some extra mulla. Pulse was too high as a result and I got no mulla. Ex gf mad now too for telling her about it afterwards.

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