www.inkthinkerblog.com — On my way up from Virginia to New Jersey on Friday, only one day after my walk through the Food Lion parking lot (which, to my surprise, garnered acclaim from the locals), I was hit on by an attractive man in a red car while traveling at approximately 75 miles per hour.
He looked a little dangerous, which, of course, would have been appealing if I were an angst-filled 16-year-old. As I passed him in the left lane, he started honking at me and trying to catch up. I slowed immediately, afraid that my gas tank was open or I had a flat tire and didn’t know it. When he pulled up beside me and began keeping pace with me, I was surprised to see that he wasn’t gesturing frantically at all.
He smiled and waved.
I smiled politely in return, raising my eyebrows.
He held up a cell phone and gestured for me to give him my number.
I shook my head.
He made a “Why not?” shrug, mouthing the words.
I held up my left hand and pointed to my wedding ring.
Oops. He made a “Sorry!” face and expression.
I put on speed and pulled away. Where do these people come from?
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