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Tuesday, April 19, 2005 at 3:24 PM

Aging hippies.

What is the deal with aging DeadHeads and me? Within the past month I have been approached by several incarnations of this subculture on the make. It's not like Western NY is exactly rife with the sort of liberal atmosphere that would be attractive to followers of Jerry. Somehow they find me and they are in their 40's, almost old enough to be my dad. Not that I consider 40 particularly old, but experience has made me wary of males in this particular age bracket. Just this afternoon, I stopped by this cafe for lunch, and it was too nice of a day to sit indoors, so I sipped my coffee outside, waiting for the rest of lunch to arrive. And this guy at the next table starts talking about how he can't wait to get back to Long Island, and how he used to go to Dead shows, and missed going with the Dead to Egypt, and just talks and talks and talks and slips in "Hey, you're cute, d'ya want to go on a date?" and talks some more. I guess you can't fault a guy for trying. It's not that I have anything against DeadHeads or aging hippies, I am just not that into them hitting on me. This sort of thing has happened to me since I was 19 -- I was hoping I would somehow grow out of it. I don't even vaguely look like a hippy anymore, fer pit's sake. My hair is bobbed, no hair wraps. I always wear a bra in public, no patouli. No India prints. I'm a goddamn librarian and have the khakkis and cardigan to prove it! Why do they still keep coming? (I know, the picture in the corner would have you believe otherwise, but rarely these days do I look like that.)

By adriennelibrarian at 3:24 PM

Blogger Shaw Israel Izikson said...

Aging hippies still hit on me constantly (on both sides of the fence). The scary ones are the ones who are 70 and sans teeth.  

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Blogger adriennelibrarian said...

Your comments are completely ripe for the obscene mind, but I will not go there....  

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Blogger Shaw Israel Izikson said...

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