I do maintenance work at an inner-city women's center run by Catholic nuns. I was washing windows outside the center at 6 PM Monday, after everybody else had gone home. A woman came up and asked for something to drink, so I went inside and got here a glass of grapefruit juice - and she followed me inside. Right away, I figured I was in trouble.

She said, "Can I ask you a question? Are you married."

I said that indeed I was.

She replied, "Can I ask you another question? Do you date?"

I said no, that my wife and I were quite happy together.

I then led her outside, telling her I had to finish my windows. She asked me if I had ever seen her around before, and I said I hadn't. I'm not sure what that question was about.

Once upon a time, probably after I was propositioned in Washington, DC, I had planned out what I'd do if I got propositioned again. I was going to take the opportunity to ask about the job and what it was like and how she felt about her clients and all sorts of other things I've wondered about. Then I was going to pay her the price of a trick and tell her to spend the time doing something she really liked to do.

But the opportunity came, and I didn't do my boy savior social reformer stuff.

Probably just as well. I just smiled and told her to have a good day, and off she went.

-Joe-