Italian Men and Carrot Cake

Tonight gramma and I went out for dinner to Jedi's Garden. She ate a grilled cheese with bacon on it and I had a nice fillet of orange roughy with iced tea and salad. She suggested spliting the carrot cake for dessert and since I have infatuation with all things cake (not so much the cream cheese frosting part--just raisins and nuts). I said sure and we talked about the old days when grandpa was still around. Adjacent from us were these two older Italian men wearing Greg Norman-esque hats. They wore shorts with black socks pulled half way up their calves and talked about men with names like "Danny Frilata." The ate salad tossed with iceberg lettuce and peppercinis. One man keep turning in his chair to look at us. He was looking at gramma.

Suddenly, he spoke to me. "Smile, you'll make my day," he told me. Then he asked if me and gramma were sisters. He said I was the older one. I laughed and he asked us our names. "Jennifer and Mary," I said and the old man extended his hand and told us to enjoy our evening and enjoy ourselves. "Bless the night," he said, before trasping aways.

I hate to be cynnical, but I wonder what motivates men like that to approach us ... is it mere friendliness, lonleiness, or pervertedness? Gramma told me she saw him eyeballing our table and she attributed to my new blonde hair. I chalk nothing up to blonde hair because I already know it attracts creepy ooglers. I was more concerned with the comfort level of gramma, who, at 83 years old, doesn't have a grey hair on her. She has the face of Sally Field, with this big Bohemian cheek bones and 105-pound frame. She is still beautiful, and runs the treadmill at the YMCA. Gramma, though, is soft spoken and meek -- she couldn't even bring herself to order a refill on her coffee, I had to do it for her. I have to wonder how she feels when men like that approach her. She is alone since grandpa died in 2000. HOw must she feel when a man approaches her like that? For as shy as gramma is, I know she can still flattery. I wonder, however, if she knows how to flirt?