Happy Valentine's Day

Yesterday, which was my second full shift at work, I went on my first break! The staff room is nice, and I feel very cool when I punch in the secret code on the keypad to get into the room. Very exclusive. There's always people in the room, so I wasn't too sure how to go about my break. Do I introduce myself to the people, even though they are studying their papers and eating their food? And even though I may have met them already and just don't remember? Or do I sit down, pretend to be deep in the Arts section of the weekly paper? I went for the second option. Personally, when I am on break, I usually like to have some quiet, because that's what a break is for. To relax.
As I sat there, the three men who were eating were joking around with each other, but none of them said much to me, so I figured my choice had been just fine. Then a man came in who I think has Down syndrome, and works there every week or so. He had an aid with him, and I wasn't paying attention until the guys who were at the table with me starting talking to him. They were pretty familiar with each other, it seemed, and kept making jokes with each other back and forth. Then this man saw the Valentine's Day ad in the paper I was reading, and starting talking about Valentine's Day. Then, as I sat there continuing to read my paper, not particularly finding all of the guys' jokes very funny, this guy leaned over and kissed me! Saying, "She's my Valentine." Okay, he kissed my cheek, but all of the guys around the table thought it was absolutely hysterical. I'm not really sure what my face said, but I said, "Do you even know my name?" Which, judging by their laughter, they also thought was pretty funny. Maybe partly because none of them knew my name, and they knew it was my first day there. I told the man, and therefore the rest of them, and conversation continued.
After they joked around some more about this or that, the guy across from me made sure that I wasn't offended or embarrassed. Which I wasn't, and I told him I was simply surprised. Considering I didn't even see that he had been standing behind me. It occurred to me that instead of laughing at the new girl, which is really what they were doing, it would have been nice for one of them to make sure I was not offended in the first place. Or maybe at least introduced themselves to me, since I had proven myself to be a good sport. However, the rest of the break was finished in near silence on my part, as these men discussed their mutual love for vehicles with four-wheel drive.