May 29 2006
the jeans say
Whilst wearing my new-ish hipsters out in the wilds of Spokane:
- BMW Convertable driver pulls up by me “since 9-11 people get suspicious when they see someone photographing a public building“ leading to unabashed mutual flirting. I didn’t get in the car with him. He could have been a budding Ted Bundy with a car loan. He could have been a decent guy. Sometimes Wendy is way too sensible for adventures!
- 17yr old (estimation) gal approaches me and makes the same query about 4 times, using different words, fumbling her sentences and looking nervous “Do you know a good place to hang out here other than the Riverside Center because I’ve tried that“. She had a beautiful moonshaped face and gentle dark skin tones. At first I thought she was Asian but her eyes made her look much more native American. I’ve met so few Native Americans. “I’m a tourist, I don’t really know where people hang out here“. I wished that I did, I really wanted to help, in another dimension she could have been my daughter.
- “Is that your purse?” a gentleman asks pointing at flat Eric bundled under my arm in the Spokane Museum of Art and Culture (MAC). I suppose they left the ‘S’ out of the acronym because SMAC might sound a bit too naughty.
I think my new jeans actually say ‘talk to me’.
the jeans say
