So, I was walking down Warren Street in Hudson, NY, to pick up Maggie from her massage appointment. This blue car with a yellow bumper sticker goes by and beeps... and this girl leans out the back seat window and says "Hi!" The driver, a young lady in her early twenties, smiles at me.
I was like, WTF? Me? They drive past.
About ten minutes later, I'm chatting up this supernice hippie dude who was standing outside the entrance to the massage place. It turns out his girlfriend was the owner, and also the lady with whom Maggie had an appointment. All of a sudden I hear "Hi, you!" I look at the street and there's the same car full of young ladies, and they're waving right at me again. And they cruise by.
The hippie dude says "Hey man, they like you."
I realize they probably thought I was someone else... but it was WAY cool to get checked out by a carload of attractive young women. I admit it.
Love to all. Even you, real estate guy.
2 comments:
thats sounds like a nice person to be mistaken for-glad you had a good day too
Hee. I always find it a bit reaffirming to get checked out, too. Good times.
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