I am dedicating today’s WOTD to the male head nod. You know the one. A guy sees another guy he knows and instead of saying hey or waving, he tosses his head in the other male’s general direction. It’s an acknowledgment and then they are done. No other communication need take place.

It has other uses as well.

Friday night, on my way to seeing Tim A.’s band play, I got a nod. Yes, girls get them too, though they have an entirely different meaning. This nodder, as we shall him, was a seventeen-year-old-ish chap on a bike (as in bicycle), smoking a cigar. Apparently I caught his eye while sitting at a light in a car, driven by a male. Paying no heed to the fact the male in the car might have been my boyfriend or husband, this cigar smoking cyclist gave me a nod. He dug me. He wanted me to ride on his handlebars.

It would have been fine if I hadn’t found it all so funny and started staring at him. He went well beyond the cool guidelines of the nod and waved to me and blew me a kiss. That, gentlemen, is not following the conduct of the nod.

Tune in tomorrow to read a WOTD dedicated to the strut.