I still got it...kind of

Conversation with guy on street corner blatantly staring me up and down for-literally-a good 2 minutes straight while we waited for the walk signal:

[We start walking]

Him: Goin' to lunch?

Me: Yep!

Him: Are you going by yourself?

Me: No I'm meeting some friends.

Me (thinking): Sorry you won't be able to rape me!

Him: Where's your boyfriend?

Me, finally getting it: Haha-I don't have a boyfriend.

Him: Are you looking for one?

Me, in panic mode because I never know how to answer this completely absurd question: No. Not really.

Him: Aw-why not?

Me, lying through my teeth: Oh I very recently went through a pretty bad break-up.

Him: Oh-my girlfriend and I broke up about a year ago.

Me: Oh I'm sorry.

Him: Blah blah ranting and raving about ex-girlfriend being crazy he doesn't want to get back with that blah blah blah.

Me: Oh-there's my friend Scott! It was nice to meet you!

He couldn't have been more than about 20 years old and had an almost debilitating stutter that I could not capture in the above re-enactment. However, I would like to thank him for boosting my self esteem for the day. Next time, kiddo, don't be such a creepy Staring McStaringson. That's all I'm saying.

P.S As an epilogue to the Yanni discussion take a look at this picture:














Diane, Steph and Kim took a picture of this and sent it out as their Christmas card. Next to the picture it said, "Merry Christmas and Happy Yannikkah!" I am never taking it down off my refrigerator.

P.P.S. Happy Birthday, Gordo! It's tomorrow-or today. Depends on when you're reading this. His birthday is the 10th. He'll be 68. Or something like that. Have a great day. Don't break any hips.