Perv or misunderstood old gent? Part III

So today I popped the question and asked the old geezer if he knew the red-haired girl (or woman) from outside the dog park.

He seemed a little taken aback, but nevertheless answered that he didn't. He had just taken to talking to her because they cross paths almost every morning and he had found her hair "significant."

Now it must be said that the red-haired girl is one of those people you notice. She is a wholesome beauty along the lines of Felicity (Keri Russell) and she just seems to radiate friendliness.

This morning when she passed by, she waved at the old guy so she may very well think he's a sweet old worldly grandfather type (which, of course he may be.)

He, on the other hand, said he doesn't know her name but knows where she works, possibly because it's near his house and he's seen her coming and going, or possibly because she told him. That I didn't care to ask even in the interests of blog research.

One of the commenters said you've got to trust your gut on stuff like this, but the thing is I don't really have a gut feeling in this particular case, which is why, much to Hot Lemon's consternation, I brought it up in the first place.

My final conclusion is that whatever this guy is, he's clueless. To be blithely roaming the park approaching young women is certainly not something that elderly gentlemen should be doing in 2007 and you would think he would know that.

Isn't age supposed to confer wisdom or is that just a myth?