It's padded, and ski grade, and the warmest coat I own, and it covers plenty of area.

Maybe he just likes blue and grey...

Oh my. "Come hither" parkas, they're a dangerous thing.

I agree with GillianRose--with the benefit of knowing nothing more unpleasant happened than than a mouth talking without a discernable brain behind it--I howl, and giggle, and snigger redfaced.

That was one confused man, and it is a little sad he asked you that. I think he left more confused than he came.
Guess you could treat it as one of those times where being "approachable" ain't all it's cracked up to be!

Are you afraid to go out in that parka now--afraid of what it says? *dun dun dun* Maybe you should upgrade to a more expensive parka, haha.

Yeah, it's where I live. Hey, some people live in Vegas.

It's not so bad, got some good outdoor recreation opportunities right nearby, and the Mormons don't even send missionaries to the house anymore. That's kind of another story though.

It's not the parka, but the mystery underneath, that makes for the proposition;)

Hey, some people juggle geese, but seriously, Salt Lake?

I imagine that the quality of the company offered in Salt Lake City leaves something to be desired. Probably anyone who might be good at this kind of thing, by and large they're going to Las Vegas.

Strange that someone would even be asking for that around here, it's like going to the Vatican and asking for a nun or something. But hey, I hear it's a blue moon this week.

I laughed. The cumulative effect of Salt Lake City, parkas, and prostitution, is comedy gold.

Well, in hindsight, and very grateful that you were and are completely safe, I howl with laughter. It just goes to show, you never, never know about people. "Reading wardrobe clues, mister - you're doing it wrong!" Or, did you leave out of the story that you were wearing your "come hither" parka?

Now I'm convinced that Jayne has a secret fondness for girls in parkas and snowboots.

I spent a night in Salt Lake once, we had finished a week on a boat at Lake Powell and we needed to stay over and catch our plane the next day. By the airport, yes, it was kinda seedy! Actually, I remember the friend of my husband's, while dropping us off, offering the (he might have thought) helpful tip that if we wanted to hire someone to join us for the evening, we were in the right place.

We declined to pursue that tip about things to do in Salt Lake City.

Definitely something to tell the grankids.

Eh, my meaning got lost in my text! When I said "not exactly" I didn't mean "not at all" but rather – eh – more farcical than funny? Darkly humorous.

I'm pretty jealous, actually. What a story to be able to tell. "Have I ever told you about the time I was propositioned?"

Really? I thought it was hilarious. I have joined the venerated ranks of the oldest profession! There is a guy out there, right now, thinking "what an awful whore. She's gonna get no business, acting like that." And the irony is, he's so totally right!

No!!!!! Ohhh, not exactly FUNNY, but... wow, Byte. Now THAT'S an experience.

Oh, and your response? I wouldn't have realized immediately what he was asking either. Probably would have said something similar.