Yep, he did, and it was red. 

I went to a car show a few years ago and someone had a red '68 Ferrari there.  OMG, gorgeous car!!!  Body looked like this, only in red.  I sooooo wanted to hop in and take it for a drive!!!!

That's a very nice car too!  There's a guy around here that brings his Countach out in the summer.  Love to see it on the road! 

That's a good one. Kev-o and I used to have a street stock race car. He used to get pulled over all the time just for the check out. Fortunately, no white stuff around at that time. The officially given reason for pulling him over was to check to see if it had mufflers because it was really loud. It more or less had "fufflers".. the illusion of mufflers that had no sound deadening properties.

Yeah... it would shake the ol' fillings loose in the wee hours. It was a '83 Mercury Capri with a roll cage, racing seats with 5-point harnesses, and a fuel cell you had to access through the back hatch. Got a lot of funny looks for opening the hatch to gas up. What a money pit! I don't really miss it.

It wasn't one of Kev's brighter moves. As I recall, he did that one day while I was at work and he was hip deep in a case of beer.

I don't know what anyone else's excuse is, but I plead young and dumb. I hooked up with him when I was 19 and he was 32. He used to have a really fun personality and like a complete moron, I fell for the fact that he was soooooo (seemingly) in love with me.

On the up side, I've learned from THAT mistake. What I know know is that I am flypaper for freaks! If some guy goes out of his way to hit on me, I'll talk to him... just because I really want to know what his malfunction is. It's not a question that there is a major malfunction... just what the nature of it is. It's fun for me to figure it out. Pambo and I make a game of it sometimes. In the last year, I've been hit on by a drunk, a stalker, a compulsive liar, 5 married guys (separately of course), and most recently... a guy with honest to God brain damage. And they WONDER why I say I would never marry again!

I had to laugh about it to, but it is TRUE. This guy is a friend of mine from work. I've known him for about 2 years. I got the impression that he was sort of sweet on me shortly after I met him, but he never said anything inappropriate to me, just the occasional flirty comment for which he would apologize profusely for later on. About a year ago, he got into a very serious wreck while racing his dirt bike. He seriously almost died! Life flight had to take him to the major trauma unit because of his head injuries. He spent about 6 months in a rehabilitation hospital before he returned to work.

Last Friday, I sent out an e-mail to a bunch of my friends, including him, that I decided that I'm going to do the Bikers for Babies ride on the 14th, so I would appreciate it if they would sponsor me. He started IMing me about how he thinks I'm "so freaking beautiful" and that he has dreams about me... the whole 9-yards.

Normally, I know how to handle that sort of thing... but people who have suffered brain damage sometimes can't help just saying things like that. They tend to sometimes lose that "edit" function that keeps internal thoughts internal. I'm genuinely at a loss as to how to politely decline given that "Ummm... your wife probably wouldn't appreciate that. Neither would your kids." And "Dude, there are no secrets in this office... someone ALWAYS finds out" didn't seem to disuade him. I don't want to hurt his feelings. Going to HR is OUT of the question as I don't believe he means harm. I don't even know if he REALLY means that or if it is a product of the brain scramble.

Yeah? Try bein' me!!! I can't help but see the funny in it! Dang... do you know how bad I'd razz Pambo for this? We had a massive lunch laugh over it Monday cuz I was razzing my own self about it.

I try to accept all compliments gracefully. I'm sure he meant all that in the most flattering way possible. This is why I'm side stepping and trying to be nice. He is genuinely a nice guy.

Maybe the Packer's dress would do the trick... he's a Raiders guy. Transplant from California.

On the scale of disturbing, it would fall just a step below getting the crazy eye from John Elway himself. Tends to make one feel the urge to bathe in lighter fluid while using a Chore Boy for a loofa.

SWEET!!! I've been dying to make a good loofa joke! Now the quest begins for the ultimate falaffel quip!!

Hmm... gimme time! I'll work on it. I might have to start small... like next Haiku day. Speaking of which... SuzieB rocks at the Haiku.