because i like to flirt with attractive men on motorcycles...

me: you look a lot like Richard Sharrah.

man on the motorcycle: who's that?

me: Kid History?

man on the motorcycle: never heard of it.

me: oh, well I was just wondering if you knew him.

this conversation took place at a four way stop. there was a car on every side. yes, i was holding up traffic. no, i was not drunk. indeed, i was slightly offended when the man on the motorcycle did not know of Kid History. yes, the possibility that he was married, or gay, or a rapist did cross my mind. no, we were not honked at, although i'm sure there was cussing from every direction and perhaps the universal sign was given once or twice. and yes, that was perhaps the most defining moment of my awkward life.

Mr. Sharrah, why do you have to be so fetchin' beautiful? (in a manly way, of course).

live wild, baby.

KATHRYN.