Guys like that are a dime a dozen. I lost count of the ones who tried to make me believe they were God’s Gift to me. I had a tendency to talk to the wives and tell them to watch the idiots they were married to. And I gave them days, dates and times.
Somehow, I was seldom asked back to babysit...???..NOT!
I was the oldest in the neighborhood, so I got a lot of babysitting work. (My dad was a senior officer on the carrier, and the squadron pilots were 15-20 years younger.) I was so clueless - I don’t think I realized older men were hitting on me until I was already married!
There was a time when I was 18 or 19, I went to the Officers’ Club with Dad, and he introduced me, with just my first name, to someone he knew from his staff. I heard the guy whisper, “I thought your wife’s name was Pat!”
Comical. All that I ever had to say was, “How will you explain those broken fingers to your wife?” Giggle.