Wrong person

—“Wrong person,” I said to a lady driving a white Chevy Eclipse, similar to the car of my months-ago aquacise instructor.
“Right car, right build, female, but wrong person,” I said.
That was in the parking-lot of Thompson Hospital.
Later, in my supermarket: “If you were who I thought you might be,” I said to a pretty lady wearing a mask; “I’d be saying hello. Right clothes, right hair, right build, but wrong person.”
She smiled; she was wearing a mask, but her eyes told me.
“If you were who I thought you might be, I’d be singing happy birthday. Today is the other lady’s birthday.” (Today being Wednesday, September 30th.)
“Well my birthday is Sunday,” she said.
“Well happy birthday,” I said — and I’m glad I said something.
The reason I mention these things is because 10 years ago none of them woulda happened. Me talk to a female? Impossible and furthermore DISGUSTING!
It may very well be my contacts think I’m nuts, but they smile at me.
“Yes, I thought you were worth talking to.”
So do it. I got a smile: and it seemed they ate it up.
Men don’t do this. If I try to strike up a conversation I get defensiveness = “are you crazy?”
Ladies, on the other hand, seem to love it. They seem thrilled I thought they were worth talking to.
I learn this 70 years late. If my attempt bombs, oh well…. No charm for them! Try someone else.