You've Got to Be Kidding Me...

I stop this morning to grab a tea on my way to work...cuz plugging in the kettle was just way too much work today. I went in the store (hey people: HINT: when the drive thru line is THAT long, why not get off you ass and outta your car, it's a lot quicker!) and noticed some guy staring at me. Obviously staring. Whatever. Maybe my hair was funny, was my bum eating my pants? Ok, second thought, he must have special needs if he is directly staring at me like that....he was alone and had a goofy grin on his face. Oh gawd, was I having a wardrobe malfunction and my breast was hanging out?! I went to order and leave. As I was leaving I hear footsteps behind me. "Excuse me miss?" Please don't tell me....yup! Peachy. "hi..." Insert some rather uncomfortable small talk as I walk towards my car...I was still trying to decide if he did indeed have special needs (which sadly would speak nothing to any sex appeal/allure I may posses). I didn't want to be rude, but I didn't want to be late for work either. Finally, he says, "you have really pretty eyes" Where is this going? "thank you."
"Do you have any Italian in you?" Whaaaat?
"No" Then it hits...
"Do you want some? I could really use a lay" He just stares at me...doesn't laugh, just stares.
Do I throw the tea at him and tell him dream on? No, cuz then I am out my tea...
For once, I am speechless (a hard thing to do: trust me). Still confused: special needs or moron? or both?
What do I do that this shit happens to me? Do I have a sign on my back I need to know about? Please someone clue me in!
Till then, I'll see you in the drive thru.