I am in my forties, I work in a store. Every Saturday morning for over a year a guy used to come in at 6am when we opened. His name was Gary, he was in his late fifties, fit, pleasant and open. We'd talk about golf, classic cars, the Angels and what not.
One day Gary told me his house sounded like an airport. I asked why. Turns out an upstairs pipe broke, water ran for three hours while he was out and it flooded the den in his house. It ruined walls, made some damage, etc. His insurance covered it and the repair people had huge giant dryer blowers running and it was making quite a racket.
Oh really. Hmm. I went back to work and he walked off. I got to thinking. I wrote my number down on a piece of paper and handed it to him. I said, "If there is no one in your life who'd object, give me a call and we can go out for a coffee or something to get you out of your noisy house. Take it easy."
For God's sake. You think I'd have asked this guy what his pension plan was. He stopped coming into where I worked. When he finally did see me, he ran the other way. It took months before he'd say hi again.
Let me make one thing clear. I was not hitting on him. I only mentioned no one who'd object because if he were my guy, I wouldn't like him calling other women. I don't hit on married or gay guys so as far as I was concerned, this covered those bases too.
I am sharing this story for two reasons. One, sometimes it is just about having a coffee and two, if you're forever worried someone is trying to horn in on your life, tell your friends to stop setting you up.
Have a nice day.