Last weekend Tim and I were in Huntington Beach (more on that to follow) and went for a run Saturday morning. On the walk back to the hotel we wandered into what we thought was a farmers market, but ended up being a seniors fair. There was a booth that had free snow cones, so we made friends with the seniors and scored the perfect post run treat. As I was standing there enjoying my snow cone, a man approached me. I will describe him by saying that he looked as though life had not been kind to him, and he certainly had no concerns for social norms. The conversation went something like this:
Him: Um, can I please "touch on" your calves
Me: Confused look
Him: Please, they are so muscular, can I just touch one of them
Me: With an awkward laugh, No, sorry
Him:Please I really just want to touch one
Me: Pointing at Tim, No, my husband won't let you
Him: Looking at Tim, Please...
Me: Shrugged my shoulders and shook my head, Have a nice day - what else was there to say
Him: Finally walked away with a serious look of disappointment on his face
I wasn't sure if I should be flattered or creeped out. Mostly I was just seriously amused.