My what a pretty necklace you have...

I was walking back from a luncheon in downtown Portland yesterday, waiting for the light on Broadway to change, and a man was standing on the curb next to me. He backed up and he was openly staring at me....at my chest. Brazenly, openly. No, I don't wear tight or low cut clothing and I'm not "buxom."

Shocked, I glanced down, to see if there there was some big blob of lunch resting on my chest, because that is a totally likely scenario for me. And no, I managed to eat lunch with out chunks of it on my clothes afterward.

More sustained staring...okay, this dude is creeping me out. I decide I will glare back in a Clint Eastwood-style squint, and maybe brandish my umbrella at this guy. I glare at him, and a look of shock comes over his face, and he speaks.

"Oh, uhh, uhh, I was just admiring your necklace. My girlfriend and I make jewelry, and your necklace is so unique."

I can't help but laugh, and I say, "Well that's either one of the best lines ever, or you are interested in my necklace."

He was quite nervous and embarrassed. I told him yes, the necklace is one of a kind because my late grandmother made it. After more praise for the necklace he took off in the other direction.

I didn't really know what to make of the exchange. I didn't tell him he was moments away from getting whacked by my umbrella. Thinking about it, I'm giving the guy the benefit of the doubt. The necklace is beautiful and one of a kind, and well, my boobs aren't...