The guy went pale, mumbled something about being very busy, and left so fast like his ass was on fire. He even forgot his neat screwdriver on my table.
Since I was an honest young woman, I called his firm and politely told another man who picked the phone, that their serviceman has forgotten a screwdriver at my place.
They promised to tell him to come back and pick it up.
And guess what? I still have it.
To this day I keep asking myself one question.
Did I look so ugly, that the mere thought of me possibly flirting with him (which I was not) terrified him to death, or was he gay? 🤔