I kept walking purposefully as the yellow Cadillac slowed to a crawl beside me.

“Hello,” the man behind the wheel crooned.
“Hello.” I replied. It was not an invitation.
“How do I get to Volunteer Park?” he asked, a few blocks away from Capitol Hill’s largest, easiest to find park.
“Go down 15th–you’ll see it on your left.” I answered without looking.

He considered this at his 2mph pace.

“How are you doing today?” he tried. It was a set-up.
“Fine.” I said, looking at him with a furrowed brow that said Are we done yet?
“Well, I can see that,” he chuckled. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

Then I turned a corner and walked away from him.

This exchange wasn’t frightening or threatening at all–I was walking on a nice residential street between a church and a hospital. It was full daylight. The guy wasn’t scary, just horny. But what I want to know is who does this pick-up technique work for? Somewhere out there, there must be women who respond to men calling to them from car windows (I mean besides prostitutes working in Tukwila), otherwise men would stop doing it. What woman says “Ooh! That creepy guy in a yellow car just hollared at me–finally, I’m going to go on a nice date with a good guy. Mom will be proud.” What kind of woman responds to this sort of shit? Do they just walk around all day, waiting for someone to drive by?