On the road

I am out of town this week, traveling for work.  That's not unusual for me, so I don't have any problem telling my ad responders that I'm happy to continue emailing with them this week but certainly can't meet up with them.  It's just a normal part of my life to be hanging out in a hotel room for a few days. 

Two men have responded to this news in ways I find a little bizarre:

First,

So how does a 33 year old end up with a job that allows her travel all the time?

Well.  Is it that unusual for someone my age to have a job in which I spend a few weeks a year on the road?  Am I crazy for thinking that's fairly normal?  And what does my age have to do with that?  There are women in my office who are 22 and women who are in their 50s.  We all travel.  Is it really that strange?

Second, an email from someone who's been hanging around since the third ad (the 29 year old who's never had a job),

This week will be filled with looking for work, finding some places to volunteer, and hoping to schedule meeting you. Like to be productive and this week shall be just that.

Enjoying your large bed?

Okay, I'm glad to hear that he's looking for a job.  Nice to know that he wants to volunteer as well.  Those things can both take time.  But is it really going to take that much time to schedule a meeting with me?  I mean, if not for this blog, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't even bother, but given the rules, I'm pretty easy!  As long as I'm in town and not working, I'm going to say yes.  Sure, he doesn't know that, but I can pretty much guarantee it's not going to take much time to schedule a meeting with me.

More importantly, eeewwww!  Gross! 

Am I enjoying my large bed? 

Okay, it's true that my hotel room sports a king, and I guess he could assume that.  But it could also be the case that I'm in a room with two queens.  Also, what does he think I sleep on at home?  It's not like my bed at home is a twin. 

More importantly, what am I supposed to do with that question?  It just makes my skin crawl.  Ick.