Things That Don't Happen to Me

I had to take my grandmother to the E.R. last night. (Don't worry, it turned out to be nothing.)

Apparently one of the E.R. doctors--the youngest, best-looking one--was trying to flirt with me. It didn't work, I'm too oblivious. I only found out later, after my mother (RIGHT? SUPER EMBARRASSMENT) showed up. She's the one who told me. My mother had to tell me a guy liked me. SOB.

I didn't think "cute doctor flirting" was a thing that happened to chicks who look like me. I'm fat and frumpy and had unstyled hair and no makeup and stubble-covered legs and this weird patch of dry hyperpigmentation next to my mouth and deep, dark creases under my eyes and a zit starting to form on my forehead. I am not a woman who routinely finds herself flirted with, these days. In fact, it's been so long since I WAS routinely flirted-with that I don't remember what flirting looks like; I just assumed the dude was being nice.

Afterward, after I found out, I felt kind of uncomfortable and weirdly ashamed. Like, did I trick him?! Was this all a misunderstanding?! I should clear it up! "Sorry, I must've misled you in some way! I'm not attractive at all! This is my fault, I didn't mean for you to get confused and think I was worth your interest!" Also, is there a way for me to clear this up without ever making any kind of contact with him again as long as I live? Because that's the method I'm going with, thanks.