"I'm not strange or weired"

Ah, Saturday morning, stroll to my favorite cafe, enjoy a relaxed scrambled eggs and 2 well made flat white coffee's and then enjoy a peaceful contemplative stroll home...All was going well until i am intercepted by a well built Male "jogger" wearing a scary combination of very tight, tight bright red shorts (way too much visual information for 9am on Saturday morning!!) and a even tighter (if that is possible) white T Shirt! "Hi there I'm "M" (name has been suspressed...) how are you?" As he offered to shack my hand... Like a deer in headlights i sort of well, froze....he continued "well I am not weired or strange...I am not going to hurt or attack you...I'm just new in these parts and want friends" Still like a deer in headlights i just sort turned and kept on my way... After wards i felt sort of bad...but at the time he was just all way too much for me at that time on a saturday...lets face it, the coffee had not had time to make it into my blood stream, hence my brain was still on idle and just could handle the situation...