To Catch a Predator

Guess who’s back?

Well, yes me via this blog post. I know, it’s been ages. But, I was actually referring to Geriatric Gerry (totally a nickname) from an earlier post.

Never did I think I would be posting an update on him, but, alas I am, because the old guy has resurfaced. *gasps*

No, I didn’t contact him for a date or anything along those lines. Let me explain.

This summer a former colleague dropped by my office. It had been awhile since we'd last seen each other, so of course we looked at photos of the kiddies, answered the usual questions and got formalities out of the way.

Then, he popped up.

"Wow, so this old bald guy approached me when I was leaving Grand Central. He told me that he has a real estate firm. He had to be at least 60. He gave me his card," my colleague said with a grimace.

Immediately my mind wandered to my old geezer. But, despite thinking it was a tad too coincidental, I still said, "I wonder if it’s the same guy who approached me. His real estate firm is a few blocks from here. Let me see that card."

As she fished through her bag for it, we reasoned that it couldn’t possibly be. My guy approached me downtown, hers near Grand Central.

"Ah, here it is," she said handing it over.

Upon glancing at it, I erupted into fits of uncontrollable laughter, because of course it was in fact the same dirty old man.

My colleague did confirm a few details for me though through her chat with him: 1) He is married which I'd assumed, and 2) he lives in Scarsdale, which means he DOES fart money like I suspected. Ha!

But her encounter with him does bring to light one sad fact: Dude is a stalker predator who clearly has a taste for brown sugar, which is not so bad of a fact, actually. Who could blame him? And I am making an assumption here, but I am pretty sure his wife HATES Viagra.