Murse Man

So, last week I went out to dinner with a pal. I was waiting out front when a man, in his late 30s and unfortunately, carrying a man purse (a Murse if you will) came up to me and asked me if I was Mallory. He had been staring at me kind of awkwardly before he approached. I think he thought I was his blind date. In the past, near-bald men in their late 30s, with misguided fashion sense, were my teachers or the dads' of my friends ...and now suddenly they are potential suitors? When did I get so old?

Advice tip of the day:
First date? Leave the man purse at home.