Its like a secret society thats not really a secret!

So I have quite a varied style.  I go from office professional to trendy chic to t-shirt and jeans/shorts.  It kind of depends on my mood, that and where I am going.  When I go grocery shopping I tend to really not care what I look like.  There is no makeup, hair in a ponytail or bun or in a hat, sometimes there are even yoga pants instead of say jeans or shorts *gasp*.  I mean there are times when I get home from the store and I am like, "hmmmm, maybe I should have tried a little today." 

Well I went to the store recently and I wore one of my many Woot Shirts.  These shirts vary from fandom to just plain geeky to "OMG, no one gets my twisted sense of humor".  This one happened to be Doctor Who themed.  Well its a fandom collision I guess because it features the DeLorean crashing into the TARDIS.  Anyway, I was on a mission to get my shopping done as quickly as possible. I had to go to 4 stores and I wanted get home to see a specific soccer match.  So I was not really paying attention when this semi attractive guy said something to me.  My brain registered someone was speaking to me but I was trying to decide if I wanted russet potatoes or red potatoes for my potato dish.  I looked up and he was smiling at me and I said "huh?" He repeated "I like your shirt".  I didn't even remember what I put on...it was one of my "I really should have tried" days.  When I saw it was a Whovian shirt, I smiled huge and said thanks!  Okay, I am married so to me the conversation was over and I started to veer back to my potato decision.  When he spoke again:

Him: What school do you go to?
Me: Wha..Oh, yea I'm not in college.
Him: ...... *staring*
Me:....what?
Him: *big smile* I mean high school
Me: *hysterical laughter* yea I'm not there either and haven't been for Ooooohhhh...long enough
Him:.... *raised eyebrow*
Me:  *eye roll, refocusing on my potatoes* I'm finished high school and college and grad school...

Then I smiled walked away. 

I was laughing inside...did he really think I was in HS...did I get hit on by a high schooler....or was he a creeper hitting on a possible high schooler.  Hmmmm the world will never know.  He didn't look like a high schooler...maybe college-ish.  Actually he looked older then that but who knows I clearly don't look my age. 

At my next location another person commented on my shirt and then smiled, pointed and winked at me every time he saw me.  He was closer to my age (I assume), it was fairly amusing.

The thing is I liked it.  I mean not getting hit on, well that was okay I guess, but not that.  I loved that other people knew what my shirt was because no one I know watches the show.  I mean some have heard of it but they tend to look at me like a weirdo when I talk about it. Usually saying very endearingly "Ooo Girl, let that nerd flag fly!". 

I guess it just makes me happy that there are other Whovians out there, in my area :)