behold, the power of the jenny lewis hair!

it has been a while since i've been hit on; this probably has more to do with the fact that i've been living in a cave than any sort of reflection of me as a person. or, you know. something about the ring on my finger introduces me as a waste of time for anyone with such intentions (which i am). whatever the case, the fact remains that i have remained firmly under the radar of most persons, which is perfectly fine with me.

it does, however, mean that on those rare occasions when i DO get hit on, the situation tends to stick with me. particularly if the situation is, as happened last night, straight out of the film david lynch would make if he made romantic comedies.

last week, i was hit on by a couple. this has never happened to me before; like i said, i get hit on so rarely by people traveling alone, forget in pairs. i had the feeling something odd was likely to occur from the moment they walked in, when the lady of the couple caressed my back in passing. granted, this is new york, so stranger forms of greeting happen (to people who are not me, that is) on a regular basis, but it set my creeping hackles on edge.

they were seated between our group and the door to the smoking patio, so we walked past them on our way out; on the way back in, the man tapped my arm and asked if they could buy me a drink. after weighing the options and determining that a good-sized group of my closest friends was keeping extremely interested watch from about eight feet away, and i desperately wanted to know what was up with the back stroking, i agreed, and sat down to chat (i may be an opportunist when it comes to free booze, but i am polite).

they turned out to be very drunk but nice enough, and though they both kept looking at me in a way that made me feel more than a little uncomfortable, nothing untoward was said or occurred. mercifully, i suspect their interest in me waned exponentially with every mention of my husband, which made it easier to mosey back to my group as soon as i'd had enough.

i still don't totally know what was up with the backstroking. but, i suppose that certain mysteries are allowed to live in the shadow of the haircut of infinite power.