Re: The Reality of Star Trek
^^ Probably your raw sexual magnetism making them question things too much.
Undoubtedly that's it. Though only the panhandlers pay attention to me when I'm hobbling up the street. Never any foxy babes. Come to think of it, I've never seen a foxy babe in this neighborhood in the last seven years.
Though a couple of months ago, I was waiting for the light to change to walk across the street and some old weirdo came up to me. He started talking about the cane I walk with (which is metal). He started telling me I needed to use baby oil on the cane, and started rubbing his hand across my back.
Fortunately the light changed, so I could say "Gotta go" rather than knock his block off.
Curly: Moe, Larry, the cheese! Moe, Larry, the cheese! (Horses Collars, 1935)