Just when I think Denver and/or Colorado is a pretty conservative little cow town, where nothing untoward ever happens, life throws me a curve ball.

So, I'm out walking Miles, late on a Sunday night, in the leafy streets of the Platte Park neighbourhood, minding my own business, when what's best described as "an incident" occurred.

I stopped at the kerb, and waited for the small red Honda Civic nearby, to make its move, before I crossed the road. It was by my side, going in the same direction as me. It sped off, continuing along the same path.

At the end of the next block, as I neared the crossroads, the same car appeared again, now from the road to my right. It did a quick turn to its right (so it was again going in the direction I was, but was on the other side of the intersection to me.

The driver got out. She was a tall brunette, with very long legs, and a very short skirt. She walked around the car once, stood in the middle of the road, next to her car, raised her skirt, and showed me her ass, running her hands over it. She was wearing a thong, and stockings, so there was little left to the imagination.

She then pulled her skirt back down, got in the car and sped off to the south.

Those of you who know me personally will know that it's not often anyone can shut me up, but right then I was speechless. After a few seconds, I shook it off as "one of those things", and turned the corner down a side road, heading west.

Seconds later, the same small red Honda drove by, coming now from the east. It turned to the south at the next intersection. At the same intersection, I turned north, heading back towards home. Halfway down the block, yet again, the same car passed by, now heading north.

It was definitely the same car in all occurrences. Apart from getting out to flash me, the driver never stopped again, or even slowed down to walking speed. The lady concerned was alone in her vehicle, so wasn't being egged on by friends, to do something outrageous.

So, if that was you, showing my your butt, or you know who this mystery lady was, contact DMfM headquarters, if only to explain WTF that was all about.