March 25 -- That's what I get for...

I thought some readers might enjoy this true story that happened to me this afternoon about 6:30 p.m. I had just finished a meeting on emergency radio communications with some officials at the local hospital, which is right next to campus. As I was walking across campus on my way back to my car to come home, a female coed jogger came up beside me on the sidewalk near Gibbons Hall. I was doing my usual brisk walk, and she was jogging, albeit extremely slowly, in the way that a lot of local coeds jog around campus. I kept up with her for a couple hundred feet. She was in typical garb: loose silk shorts and a jogging bra, even though it was quite chilly. (I won't mention the finer points indicating just how chilly it was, but suffice it to say they were there and they were noticeable.) Just as she came up even with me, she said, "I just want you to know, you're hot!" I was taken aback a little. Although I was in a heavy flannel shirt and heavy pants, I didn't think I was sweating. As we went side by side down the sidewalk, she continued, "No, really, you're the hottest guy I know. Can we get together tonight?" I smiled back and replied, "No, I don't think my wife would like that." She didn't miss a beat, she said, "Oh, that doesn't matter a bit." I said, "well, it does to my wife, and actually to me, too." She said, "oh, [f-word], I'd love to go to bed with you tonight." I was thinking to myself, Dave, you old gray-haired potbellied dog, you've still got it, haven't you?", but instead I said nothing, just shaking my head. She continued, "Yeah, me too, so what time?" I again said nothing, but smirked and shook my head trying to convey disgust. She then said, "Awesome. Me too. Yeah. Really." She paused, and then said, "Awesome! I can't believe it, like, I thought it was me, and hey, that was last semester, and ... wow, you're kidding.... no sh*t, really?" I stopped in my tracks, and she went on ahead, and that was when I noticed in her other ear, the one opposite me, was one of those little maddening bluetooth phone earpieces. She just kept on talking as she jogged on ahead. Sigh. I should have known better... She'd never even noticed me. Ain't technology wonderful? (True story, not a rip off of that story about the lady in the restroom. ... I wonder who the lucky guy was tonight...)