this may sound snotty, but...
i would like to put it out there that I am definitely
not attracted to middle-aged men with big handlebar mustaches, a greasy hat tipped back from the forehead so the big bushy ball of brown hair peeking out matches the patch growing out of the top the shirt, and winking, mouthing "hey". And it may be that he thought that particular move would have inspired me to let him into traffic on the freeway, but really it just inspired me to want to take a hard-scrubbing shower.
Maybe if I had grown up in Oklahoma? Mississippi? Or more like maybe not ever.