Modern day shopping centre fairytale

I know, I know!  I've missed a couple of days.  My excuse is this: I've spent two very intense days facilitating a program with a very challenging group of men and one woman.  I was so tired over the last two nights that I was falling asleep over dinner and was in bed by 8 o'clock. I was even too tired to knit. This morning I woke up at about 7:30 and feel terrific after all that sleep!

Anyway, I want to tell you a story about something that happened to me a few weeks ago.

I was riding down an escalator in the city centre when I heard a man say, "Where am I to behold such beauty?"

I was in my own world and didn't turn around as it didn't seem possible that this comment was directed to me.  The speaker was waiting for me at the bottom of the escalator.  He had a wide smile and was looking at me intently.  As I stepped off the escalator he approached me and repeated his rather Shakespearean statement.

"Melbourne?" I responded, the upward inflection betraying my uncertainty.

I could feel myself blushing under his scrutiny.  One part of my brain was flashing its "serial killer/weirdo" alert and the other part was saying "lap it up/this is interesting/why not?"  There was also a message running in the background saying, "Wow, that facial that I just had was incredible.  I must remember to have it again.  What an effect!"

I smiled and said thank you.  No need to lose my manners at this moment.

The man was like an enthusiastic puppy, clearly drunk on my beauty (!) as he asked me my name.  I gave him my first name and then he asked me about my work.  Such a boring question!  I try to avoid this question in social settings.  What does it really tell you about most people?  Anyway, he then moved to direct questioning about my marital status.  I told him I wasn't married and he shook his head in disbelief and declared himself the luckiest man on earth.  He quickly moved to ask about boyfriends.  I replied that I see lots of people.  Then he pushed it too far and asked what I do with the people I see.  I feigned innocence and he then asked whether we have sex.

Right.  That was a line that was crossed.  I told him it was none of his business and reminded him that we were standing in a shopping centre, having just met.

He then asked what he could do for me.  I didn't really know how to answer this question and he then asked if he could take me out.  The alarms in my head were going off again.  On one hand I thought it was romantic to be stopped by a man making declarations - if we were in a fairytale, he'd be on a horse and I'd be gathering wild flowers in the forest while I chatted to the birds; on the other hand I feared I was being lured to my death.

While I was feeling overwhelmed, I wasn't feeling chemistry.  I was non-committal and politely took his number without making any promises.

I haven't called.  What would you do?