a man in a flash car (black Porshe) pulled up along side me to chat about my dog. I am a fairly average woman in her 50s definitely more menopausal/frumpy then slythe looking. He was attractive similar age. It was an average surburban road in a bland town.
Why would anyone do that it felt very odd talking about his cockerpoo and grooming methods. I cut the conversation off as he wasn't going to!