Wolves in Sheep's Clothing

It seems I have
Grown accustomed to
The shy, demure type women
Who either by
Cultural programming,
Or by reticent nature,
Won’t even look
Directly into a my eyes
When we chance to meet
Out in public,
But give some of those
Same young women
An opportunity to meet
In a different setting
Where they feel free
To ask questions,
And to show their true colors,
I get pummeled with
Provocative questions like,
“Am I rich?”
And “Am I married?”
Or the roundabout version
“Do I have any children?”
Here I am a seasoned Grandfather,
And I still find myself flattered
By such unbridled interest.
It lets me know I am
Still alive and kicking.