Dispatches from the sales floor

I walk in the door of the car dealership and ask for the sales guy I’ve been working with, and two salesmen from the floor escort me unnecessarily to his desk. “You don’t do this for the old ladies,” he says. I laugh, uncomfortable.

I’m waiting for the financing guy to be available, another salesman, older guy, comes over and sits down in the other guest chair at the desk. We’ve had an ongoing rapport based on me skipping my first appointment, me refusing to apologize and him saying he’s used to it. In my defense, I did send a text to the number I’d been given letting them know I’d be coming later in the week.
“Are you single?” he asks.
My eyes widen, and I blurt out, “yeah, why?” even though I know that it would be safer to say no to whatever he’s offering me. In my mind I am just thinking “I’m not married,” and I realized I'm digging myself into a hole so I say “Well, I am dating.”
“Well you see that guy over there? I thought maybe you might be interested in him,” he says. Whenever I see a young lady that seems nice I ask. He really is a nice guy, just really shy. He has a couple of kids though, his ex-wife is a bitch.”
I respond with, “Well, I know with kids it’s especially hard to end a marriage, and oftentimes it gets frustrating and people are upset, and act out of character. However, I have too much going on in my life, maybe he can see me when I come in for my free car washes.”
He laughs, but inquires again, just checking to make sure my words line up with what I actually want, doubting my integrity because I am nice.
“No, I am not interested, but thank you,” I say, not sure what I should be thanking him for but feeling like that's the safest way out.