Pick Up Line

The other night as I was driving home from yoga I heard a "Honk, honk..." as I was driving down Eastern Avenue (three lanes of traffic in both directions with stop lights and a median.) After doing a quick check of my car's position within the lane, I assumed the the honking had nothing to do with me. But then I heard it again. So I looked to the right. And there was a large man, in what can only be described as a rather pimped out Lincoln Navigator. He was gesturing for me to roll down my window. I briefly considered just ignoring the request, but ultimately the friendly midwestern girl within won, and I decided that possibly he just needed directions or something. So I rolled down my window.

Lincoln: "Hey, ah, what's your name?"

(It doesn't occur to me to not give my name. I'm surprised by the question, so I answer.)

M: "Maryse."

(Traffic then begins to move, and I realize it would be impossible for him to hear or understand my name anyway. I hear him yelling as I drive forward.)

Lincoln: "I can't hear you. What did you say?"

(He pulls up next to me again.)

M: "M, I said that my name is M."

Lincoln: "Well, you know M, I was just thinking, since we're sitting here in traffic, I was thinking you could give me your number, and we could chat. You know, since we're in traffic and all."

(I hold up my left hand and point to my not naked at all ring finger. Lincoln does not understand this gesture. At all.)

Lincoln: "No, no, don't try to sign your number to me. Just tell me what your number is and I'll call you."

M: "Actually, no, I don't think my husband would like that very much."

The light then turned green and I drove off to turn left, while Lincoln drove on straight down Eastern. It was quite the amusing little plot. It may work better on a target who is not taken and also in a situation where there is actually traffic. Possibly on the 405 near LA or on the 880 between San Jose and Oakland.