Ms. Crochet-y

On Saturday night Chris and I were walking home in the rain from Red Horse Cafe. A car slowed down and opened its window, I thought to ask me for directions. A young man somewhere between 17 and 25 years of age said to me, “Wanna hang out?” I walked several feet before his question registered. Then I laughed and woohoo’d! At the age of 44, it seems all I have to do is wear a tank top to get this kind of attention. As the young man was quite polite, his inquiry was not unwelcome.