At Mark's Request--A Picture of Daffy

This was taken awhile back. But I haven't changed much. My hair is a little shorter now.

A weird occurence . . .

Yesterday at Walmart, I was walking along looking for the shortest check-out line, and this guy started following me. He wasn't directly behind me, just sort of beside me and behind me at the same time--just close enough to make me feel creepy. After following me like this for about 6 rows (all the while checking out what I've got in my cart), he says to me, "I'm not following you--I mean, I am, but I'm not."

Are you creeped out yet?

I was. Well, he proceeded to follow me until I indeed found the shortest line. Then he got in line behind me. Then he says, "Do you have a baby?"

Duh, I was buying diapers. "Yes."

"How old is your baby?"

"She's 2."

"Oh, I have a 2 year-old grandson."

"Oh."

"Do you have other kids?"

"Yes." Okay, again Sherlock, when someone is buying an economy size box of diapers and four frozen pot-pies, you might think she has a family.

"Well, you sure are dressed pretty."

"Thanks."

He then waited there behind me all of about three more seconds. Then he just walked away.

CREEPY. CREEPY. CREEPY.

I'm beginning to think that strange men seek me out to practice lame pick-up lines on, because I'm not threatening.

On Labor Day, my sister-in-law and I took our kids to the water park. Let me paint this picture-- I'm soaking wet, carrying Laney on one hip and holding Marley's hand, walking through the water park. Now, I'm reasonably cute. Don't get me wrong, but I hardly think I was all that attractive at the time. I don't like myself very much in a bathing suit (who does, right?) and to top it off I had two kids in tow.

I happened to walk by this kid at the bumper-boats. He was probably 16 or 17 years old, and he says, "Have I seen you here before?"

"I don't think so."

Now, in giving him the benefit of the doubt, maybe I look like someone else or something. Maybe he has seen someone who looked like me before. But what is the point in approaching me about it? Obviously, we're not long-lost friends. So why the equivalent of "Come here often?" at the water park, with my kids?

If he was trying to pick me up--isn't that pathetic? Maybe he thought I was easy because I had kids.

What's really weird about all of this, is I don't remember anything like this ever happening to me before I was married and had kids. Maybe motherhood makes me attractive.