EVENT?  WTF are they talking about?

I went to Barnes and Noble tonite with my bestest friend Leigh.  I was looking for the fourth book in the Dark Tower series by Stephen King.  I found my book, and was kind of staring at the shelves and into space, when a handsome young Indian gentleman in a light blue shirt and gold watch and chain, said 
   "How are you?"
to which I said
   "Good," because I was sure I had never seen this kid in my life, but we do have a large Indian population at RPI, believe it or not.  He proceeded:
   "Nice day, isn't it?"
   "Yes, it's a beautiful evening.  Better than being inside at the desk," I said, which is true.
   "Ahh.  What kind of work do you do?  Do you work for Dell?" he asked, referring to my embroidered work shirt.
   "I sell computers," I replied, and there was some additional small talk, broaching subjects like where we live, where we come from, where we went to school, and that I will be attending college, which I think he took as a joke. 

(Keep in mind that as far as I'm concerned, I don't shy away from anyone who is friendly, but I am generally of one of two minds: they're either going to ask me out, which I suspect more from guys than girls, to my dismay, or, they're trying to sell me something or recruit me into something, like the WatchTower people.)

So I came right out and asked:
   "Are you... recruiting for something?  I don't mean to be rude, but the questions you've asked regarding occupation sound like you're looking to tell me something."
   "No, what?  No, that's... I'm not RECRUITING for anything," the bald-faced preptastic liar lied.
   We spoke in brief a bit longer about HIS occupation:  he works for Lockheed Martin locally at a lab, and has a small business on the side.
   "What kind of business is this part-time job?" I inquired, because I like to learn.
   "It's called RNR Ventures," he said.  "We help companies transition on the web," whatever the fuck that means.

We spoke further about the pros and cons of small business, working for yourself, entrepreneurial sense, ambition, etc etc.  That's when he pulled out his card, and asked if I would be interested in joining him for coffee some time to discuss further opportunities learning about his project.  "Not Recruiting" my ass.

I took the dudes card, which still meant one of two things to me:  he wanted a date (and I was looking like shit, so that's tooting my own horn; also understand that some may see this as "wishful thinking", but I have been propositioned in weirder places for much worse things, so I'm just trying to be realistic), or wanted me to work for him at Amway or whatever he had up his sleeves.

In the end I said NO and PROBABLY NOT, but I'd look into it.  I might look into it.  I could give a shit frankly, and this guy is either desperate, or wants to suck my cock, because he said "Maybe I could call you in a week, see what you think then, give you some time..." and I said "Ahhhh no.  Thanks, if I see something intriguing, I'll pop you an email." 

So that was weird.  The end.