The last time someone tried a pick-up line on me was so long ago I can't even remember. Come to think of it, half the time I'd be at a bar or club with a certain girlfriend, I'd get approached constantly, but the pick-up line was always, "Who's your friend?"
No one ever gives me the old "helllllooo..." look. In fact, even in my more youthful days, no one ever tried to pick up on me, either. My mom used to theorize that it was the way I held my gaze or the way I walked. She said, the way I held myself meant, "don't mess with me," and that this particular posture would mean no one would approach me unless they were somehow drunk or delusional.
Her theory proved true.
After tucking Girlfriend into the backseat after a quick visit to the LYS, a guy--a real humdinger of a Mickey Rooney type--probably 83 or more, pulled up and honked at me, "Toot! Toot!"
He gestures me over to his side of the car, manually rolls down the window really fast, and says:
"Where's the closest B of A?"
"I don't know," I say. "The only one I think I know of is about three blocks away, and I can't be sure, because I don't bank there..."
A little snicker and then a botched innuendo/joke about B of A and then: "...An angel fell out of the sky when you were borrrrrrrn!"
(Ugh.)..."Heh. Well, just turn right and get on that freeway over there; make a right on..."
"...And you look exhausted, honey...you must have been up verrrry late last night....."
So after a quick scoot and a giant leap into my side of the car, while speeding away, I took off my sunglasses for a look in the rear view mirror. Today, a dirty old man told me I looked tired.
Truth is, I am tired. But a good kind of tired, I think. I finished number nine for the you-know and today I'm writing out number 10. I also got the fever lastnight to celebrate and knit a quickie one-hour cap for Girlfriend. It took only one ball of Artful Yarns Reality and I used size 11 double points. (Cast on 60 sts, do a few rounds of rib, knit until it's long enough, do a few rounds of k2tog's until you have just a few sts left, run a tapestry needle and thread through the stitches, fasten off and plop a pom pom on top.)
The other yarn is Tahki Cotton in assorted colors. It was on sale for two bucks and heck, two buck yarn is about as good as anything gets. I think Girlfriend will get a draw-string skirt out of it when I find the time.



cute hat! congrats on getting so much done. i bet its going to feel great when everything is complete.
dirty old man - i've had something far worse happen to me by a dirty old man but still it's always so creepy!!!
Posted by: meg | January 24, 2007 at 01:41 PM
Tired? Please. I always think that you're so perky looking! Don't even think twice about that old pervert.
Posted by: Emily | January 24, 2007 at 01:52 PM
Love the post. I'm just glad you added the part about jumping into your car. As a Mom (and a bit older than you) I was thinking the whole time I was reading "Don't get to close to the car! Don't walk up to the window! Get in your car - quick!". Just the mother in me.
Posted by: Beverly | January 24, 2007 at 01:58 PM
Takhi Cotton! TWO BUCKS! I want yarn too! :-(
Posted by: Michelle | January 24, 2007 at 02:11 PM
LOL - I was in Target, wearing my Avon 3-Day Breast Cancer walk shirt once and a dirty OLD man offered to give me a free breast exam. Yeah- that's special.
Mickey Rooney - the hubby used to deliver soft water to his house (college job) - and the Jackson's (way back when they were still the Jackson-5).
Posted by: Lynda | January 24, 2007 at 02:12 PM
He was probably about to say..."you were running through my dreams all night."
Dirty old men. Heh.
Posted by: Allisone | January 24, 2007 at 02:17 PM
At first I was thinking "Mickey Rourke," and I figured your mom must have been quite a hottie. Then I remembered that Mickey Rooney is an entirely different person and I can only hope that "once" was a long, long time ago.
Posted by: Ruth | January 24, 2007 at 02:26 PM
It was mickey rooney, and it was when he was old. Think about it: Mickey Rooney has been old for a very, very long time...!
Posted by: wendy | January 24, 2007 at 02:41 PM
Great story today (though the dirty old man gave me the heebie jeebies just reading about it), but I'm curious to hear the whole tale about Mr. Rooney and your mom...
Also, I just have to exclaim the following: Holy cow! Are those lemons in the first photo? They are gargantuan. (The only lemons we see out here look like yellow thimbles in comparison)
Posted by: Lizbon | January 24, 2007 at 03:03 PM
An old guy sayin you look tired?Pashaw. My friends doctor said before he glanced at her paperwork " What are you? 45? 50?"
she is 34! I might add, EX-doctor.
Posted by: olga | January 24, 2007 at 03:06 PM
The yellow things are Pomelos, not lemons, although we get some mighty huge lemons in these parts...
Posted by: wendy | January 24, 2007 at 03:14 PM
I love the hat!!! So cute. You've gotten a lot done! I also love the kind of tired you are. It feels like you've accomplished something!!
Posted by: Cathy | January 24, 2007 at 03:23 PM
Hmmmmm......are you saying something about HWWV?
I'm a day late, but my condolences to your family. How difficult to be so far away.
Posted by: Smuddpie | January 24, 2007 at 03:27 PM
I love Love LOVE the colors of that hat! I've been very preoccupied with pink & purple lately, even though I don't consider myself a girly girl. Can't wait to see an action shot!
Posted by: Kari | January 24, 2007 at 03:53 PM
For the record, I was tired the other day and and then I logged on to your blog. I was totally picked up by the sweet sweet picture of you carrying Girlfriend. Something about the cheery sweater of hers and that amazing orange leather jacket just pepped me right back up....oh, that and your wonderful stories that always make me feel something grand and connected!!
Posted by: Knitting Nettie | January 24, 2007 at 05:50 PM
People 'round these parts always tell you that you look how THEY feel. I'd say it's moving west. There's that Randy Newman song that says "I just want you to hurt like I do."
Posted by: becky | January 24, 2007 at 05:52 PM
pomeles are delicious! last time i ate them (last year) i candied the peels. oh, yummy. must do that again
Posted by: helen | January 24, 2007 at 05:54 PM
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror yesterday and thought, "Wow! I look like shit!"
I'm with yah sister.
Posted by: Scoutj | January 24, 2007 at 06:03 PM
I was in a meeting yesterday and my old man client could not keep his eyes off the boobage. I really almost said, "I'm up heeeere." It can totally sketch a girl out.
Posted by: Elle Kasey | January 24, 2007 at 06:24 PM
BTW: webs has bags of grab bags of cotton classic on sale. Not quite $2/skein, but pretty good. (no affiliation with Webs, just passing on sale info)
Posted by: stephanie | January 24, 2007 at 07:17 PM
Hearing that you bought Tahki Cotton Classic on sale for $2.00 is almost too much for me to take! I LOVE that yarn. Good luck on finishing #10.
Diane
Posted by: Diane | January 24, 2007 at 11:27 PM
Eeew - there is no shortage of dirty old men in this world. Seriously, how OLD is Mickey Rooney already? I just read his claim to have given Marilyn Monroe her name. I was a big fan of his 'let's put on a show' series of films with Judy Garland when I was a little girl - what can I say, I spent a lot of time with my Grandparents!
Love GF's new hat. The skirt sounds like it will be adorable.
Posted by: Miss Scarlett | January 24, 2007 at 11:53 PM
Congrats on getting so much done! The hat is adorable; the colors are so cute.
Don't let the little perverts get you down. And you're only as tired as you feel.
With me that changes on the amount of coffee in me. :)
Ruinwen
:)
Posted by: Ruinwen | January 25, 2007 at 02:51 AM
I was almost kissed by an old man. He was someone I knew all my life, he and his wife used to run the local fountain drug store. I was sitting in the parking lot of IGA waiting for my son to get off work and saw him.
"Hi Bob"
"Well hello there Marti"
He comes over and leans against my van and we are chatting away and suddenly he leans in and tries to kiss me. I was so appalled. I moved away or he would have gotten me right on my lips. Luckily my son came out of the store about then and I was able to get away.
My dad got a good laugh out of the story... somehow it didnt have the same effect on me. Turns out I wasn't the first he tried it on. He had a reputation for it. How was I to know? I hadnt lived in my home town in a very long time and had just moved back. sigh...what a nice memory you brought to mind this morning.
Posted by: Marti | January 25, 2007 at 03:58 AM
Honestly, I think you look terrific! This time of year in Ohio when it's cold, my skin is pale and dry and the hair can be flying around with static, I always feel particularly unattractive. You look wonderful! And, at least you can wear sunglasses this time of year!
Posted by: linda | January 25, 2007 at 07:02 AM