They're everywhere - even right on my corner

This isn't a dating story.  But it IS a freak story.  And it is an example of how I attract them.  I hope you'll indulge me as I tell it.

Tonight - not more than an hour and a half ago, I was returning home from a CL date (more on that later ... this overeager guy whose feelings I'm probably about to hurt deserves more than just a mere passing mention, but I promise I'll give you an update soon). 

As I walk up to the corner upon which my house sits, I hear two men talking loudly.  This is not unusual, as I live in a pretty busy neighborhood, and people often congregate on my corner.  These two men are talking loudly and appear to be having a heated conversation but not one that could be characterized as an argument. 

One notices me, turns away from his friend, and begins to talk in a softer voice.  He introduces himself to me, tells me his name is Luciano.  He's standing near a utility pole, and he moves so that he's facing it but continues to talk to me.  I hear his friend say, "Awww, man!" before he warns me to "watch out."

Luciano is unzipping his pants, pulling out his penis, and beginning to urinate on the pole.  All the while, he is TALKING TO ME.

I quickly run up my steps and unlock my door.  Still, I hear the constant stream of urination.  Ugh.

I live here!  And you just peed on my corner.  Not only that, you talked to me while you did it.  Why?  Why?  I just want to know why.

Work freaks

In general, I'm not inclined to mix work with "pleasure."  In other words, work shouldn't be finding its way into this blog very often.  But today I just can't help it.

You'll remember that I'm on the road for a work trip, right?  Well, this part of the job requires meeting a whole lot of people - primarily high school students and their parents.  Last night I met an older used-to-be-famous man.  I recognized him but couldn't place him, though a colleague was able to do that for me.  This 73 year old man brought his 16 year old son by to meet me (I googled him ... and confirmed that it was, in fact, him and found both his age and his son's). 

Before walking up to me, he winked at me.

When he stopped to introduce his son to me, he winked at me.

When they walked away, he winked at me.

I think winking is creepy.  I think old men winking at younger women is extra creepy.  Don't wink at me, semi-famous dude!  Please please don't wink at me.