Chat up by an older man

Hey folks, sorry for the laziness, it has been a while.
Don't worry, I've made plan and I do now have a couple of stories to tell. Hope you will enjoy them. Mostly is my day to day routine and situations I come across with, hope you find it funny and understandable.

I will begin by reporting the day I was chat up by an older man in the London underground. Argh! I felt so used.

It all started when I decided to go for that stupid casting in Hammersmith station it was for L'oreal. It's a long way to go if you are in Central London, also it was my last casting of the day. The weather was great, Sun was shining - I was happy.
People kept staring at me, maybe because I put more make up than usual, or was the black eyeliner I putted under my eyes?!? I have no idea.
So I'm on the Piccadilly line sitting and listening to my Ipod, enjoying my music (I do that on purpose sometimes, so to avoid this kind of situations) when he got up and sat next to me - I didn't even see it.
Once in a while I put my head up to check the station we are in and also to see how closed I'm from Hammersmith station. In one of these times, I see from the corner of my eye, this white haired man, bubbling something to me. Remember I'm with my Ipod on and I CAN'T hear him at all.
I put my earphones phones down and politely turn to him and said: "I'm sorry were you talking to me?" Ohhhhhh WHY? WHY? WHY? I should have kept my head down and pretend I didn't see him. He asked: "Oh do you know if I get down in Hammersmith station I will be closer to Hammersmith Road?" Ohhh common now! Are u kidding me? Again I politely answered: "I don't know! Maybe...?!" I see that he keeps staring at me and from that moment on I knew it, he was just trying to make a conversation. Aff. I'm so angry with myself now.
Next question: "Where are you from?" Are you serious? No way. Look at you old man, you are old enough to be my grandfather!!! Politely I answered: "I'm from Brazil!"
As he started talking about his life (observation: I didn't ask anything) I felt he had a bad breath as well. Great! That's all I asked for, having to deal with an old pervert man with a bad breath, just before I need to be in front of clients looking all happy and smiley. Yes!
Next step he gave me his card and said:"Anytime you want to go for a coffee just give me a call!" Gheez! Why on Earth would I go out for a coffee with you??? Tell meeeeee.
At this time we are almost reaching Hammersmith station and I thank God for that... As I get up, he start coming right next to me and we walk 'together' until we go our separate ways. Maaaannnnnn. During this time I told him I'm at university, so maybe he will realize how young I am??? Baff, I should have known better how to deal with these kind of maniacs!!!
I mean, I should have been 'short and sweet' and tell him straight away: "Look grandpa, I could be your granddaughter. Look at you! Just please stop acting like you are in your thirties, would you? I don't like to date old men and also I have a gorgeous and young boyfriend. Why don't you go and browse in some other department?"
I was completely stunned by his actions. Did I look like some golddigga perhaps? Oh maybe I looked like a stupid blond girl (note: I'm brunette) and he might have thought: "Oh this one, yes, she will come for a coffee with me." Did I look easy? Or maybe he was just so desperate for a conversation?? Oh I don't know!!! In the end he said: "Hopefully I see you again on my way back to the station." Are you kidding me?!? Lunatic!!
Anyway, if you are wondering what I did with his card. First, I searched on the web about him, then I threw away on the first trash bin I found it. If you are curious, he is the director of a research medical business.