Don't hate on me

I still got it. That's what I got to say. I usually only "have it" with old black men at gas stations but today I "got it" with young ex-cons. C. and I were driving in the Mom-mobile, minding our own business, when this truck pulls up next to me. I glance over and see this young man with what look like prison tattoos all over his arms and face. I quickly re-focus on the road ahead. He pulls up next to me. I glance over again, he gives me the "Wassup" head nod. I notice a tear drop tattoo on his cheek. If I remember my prison tattoo guide that either means, he's killed someone or he is someone's bitch. I don't believe it means he's just a sad kind of fellow.

I become very uncomfortable with this scenario, so I let him pull ahead of me. C. is in the back blabbering about Hot Wheels. We pull up to a light and the young man is in front of me. I notice that he is staring at me in his side view mirror, making what seem to be kissing faces. Oh my!! I am not used to this type of male attention. I feel flustered. We go on down the road and pull up to another red light. I try not to look over. He is revving his engine trying to get my attention. I look out of the corner of my eye to see him staring at me. Should I give him my number? He's so dreamy!! Instead I give him the "stink eye" and the finger. I am not a MILF so this will likely be the closest I come to being picked up for awhile. I mean until I go to the gas station again.