want a date?
A man is coming towards me on the sidewalk. His hair is askew. He has a pot belly his slightly ill fitting t-shirt does not quite cover. It has some interesting stains on it. His pants fit about as well as the t-shirt and are a non-descript earth gray — it is hard to distinguish whether that is the intended color or not enough contact with laundry detergent talking but the ghost of plaid says the latter. He smiles, impish. [This is maybe a mistake he is missing a tooth.] I give him the “do not get too friendly” once over and am still walking.
“Want a date?”
I eye him. It is funny. I smile. Shake my head. Keep going.
After I wonder. Was he asking me out? Or offering professional services?