Kids, by the winter of 2016, I was so over corny one hit one liners from guys, it ain’t funny.

But those never-say-die blokes just kept them coming and I unfortunately had to suffer through it.

Let me tell you about that one time a corny one hit one line wonder made me wish I had stayed at home indefinitely:

July 2016 …

It was a few days post your great-grandfather’s funeral and I was in desperate need of medication to treat my throat infection.

Sure, I was already in my PJs but there was an all-night pharmacy in the City Centre AND this was student/hipster central Cape Town – no one would care what I looked like at 9pm at night, right?

So, off I went to the pharmacy, sans make-up, hair sticking out at all angles and rocking a blocked nose with my PJs mostly obscured by my very bright pink hoodie.

As I made my way through the turnstile, the pharmacy assistant piped up with:

“I must say, that pink jacket just does wonders for you, hey”

Are you f***ing kidding me, Dude? I was pale with grief, strung out on painkillers and nowhere near being in the mood for any variation of “How ya doin?” and this guy was hitting on me! LOSER!

I ignored him like a stop sign but not before remembering that my friend Fatima met her now-husband on a day she ran into Woolworths for diapers, with uncombed hair and a vomit-splattered t-shirt.

Maybe there was something uber attractive to men about women looking like complete train wrecks I didn’t know about?

As I made my way to the dispensary counter, I heard the assistant’s co-workers snicker at him with:

“Really? That pink jacket just does wonders for you? Bra, you are so not cool!”

My thoughts exactly!