Strange Sight

Sunday at 10 am, Molly and I left the house for a walk. As I reached the hedge and turned, I saw a young lady sitting on the curb, legs stretched out into the street. (The one glance showed, besides the long, good looking legs; a very short black skirt. Long blond hair, thin black jacket, black high heeled pumps next to her feet. What some of my lady-friends have called their ‘fuck-me shoes’.)Kinda surprising. I looked left and right, to check for cars and started across the street. I looked back at the young lady. She turned, looked up at me. I said “Good morning.” She smiled and said “Hi.” (Of course, she smiled, I had my cute beagle with me. That always gets a smile from women. But I digress.)It was a pleasant ‘Hi’, no worried smile, or concerned look. If she had looked as if she was in trouble, I would have asked her if she needs to use the phone. We continued on our walk and I smiled to myself. After the first glance and seeing the long expanse of bare leg, my second thought was how cold she must be! It was maybe 38 and overcast. The thick fog had lifted, but it was very damp.I suppose she must have been at a party and just fell asleep on the couch. But judging by her evening attire, I suspect that some guy took her home after meeting her at a bar or dance party. (She was very take-homeable)Endless ideas as to why she was sitting on my corner, waiting for her ride. And there are, alas, no answers. For when Molly and I returned, the young woman was no longer there.