I pull up to pass him, he looks out his window at me, grins, and waves. I grin and wave back. He speeds up, falls back, blows me a kiss. I return the gesture with a smile and a finger-wiggle. Repeat process on and off for the next 10 miles or so as I hovered between the speed limit and the prevailing traffic speed. We get to town, to a red light. By now I'm in the left lane again, knowing I'm going to have to get over eventually and preferring to do so while there is no traffic to obstruct me. He pulls up in the far right lane, stops a good two carlengths back, and proceeds to...well, "make me an offer." We negotiated for a bit - or rather, he negotiated, even offering me money, unless I completely misinterpreted the finger-rubbing and tongue-wiggling that accompanied his mute pleas for my company. (It's hard to misinterpret the come-hither gesture of the hand, really it is).
And then the light turned green, I shook my head, and he waved and took off. But what fun.
This has been transcribed just for the amusement of numair, although everyone else is allowed to find it funny too. I'll report on my day later (personally performed two pelvic exams and pap smears, did one OB check, and attempted a venipuncture) once we're back from errands and seeing Iwona.
Tomorrow: Didactic Day.