at an art show with my mom and she is looking at picnic baskets for sale and i am taking a picture of the flowered sunglasses she's holding in her hands when a man finds his way into conversation- attractive, older man who clearly has kept himself up- looks like a chiropractor or the kind of dentist that would be featured in advertisements with a teeth baring smile.
he talks, at first, about this neat photography exhibit that he and his wife (a bulldog face woman he keeps calling "honey" who is also looking at baskets) had seen in LA. he even includes her in the conversation, asking what museum it had been. my mom and his wife step a little further away and then he is making sure to include that this exhibit was very sexual and risque- open legs- scandalous without being showy- and his words had this excitable, desperate sort of tone that confused me. i thought we were talking about photography. at some point i realize that he isn't really talking about photography at all.
a natural pause occurs and i start to move away, but a few minutes later he casually found his way back over and mentions in a jumbled mess that he noticed that i was a photographer and he noticed that my dress was stylish and sexy- he said sexy- and then his wife is asking about the picnic baskets from the other side of the booth and i wonder if she heard how he was speaking (she MUST have heard how he was speaking) and i'm just confused as to why this man that i do not know at all is being so openly sexual with me with his pained face bulldog wife in tote and i still do not know why or who or what the fuck kind of world this is.
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