Is it wrong to feel chuffed when admired by a tramp?

The other day Mr Pond and moi were strutting our stuff through the streets when, mid shop, we diverted towards a public toilet (he takes me to all the cool places). He was bursting and decided he could strut no more, so started to run ahead of me to reach the loo (he has a v small bladder. In his teenage years his nickname was 'Kid Urinate'... ). I, however, could not run as I was not only wearing heels but holding an 8 pack of toilet rolls under one arm and a frozen pizza under the other. (NB: rolls of loo paper not for use in public loo - was mid shop and forced to hold bulky items while Mr P juggled approx 35 shopping bags).

As I struggled towards the loo a strong smell of whisky and urine assaulted my nostrils. Not so unusual when approaching public conveniences, yet it appeared to be coming at me from the wrong direction. I turned and, as I did, a rakishly attractive tramp sauntered up behind me (it was a saunter / lurch combo if I must be honest) and told me I was STUNNING.

In my youth, I would have dropped my frozen pizza and fled for the safety of the Ladies. But the sun was shining, the tramp was being nice and.. well, quite frankly I don't get all that many compliments nowadays and I am more than happy to accept them from whoever is delivering - metho drinker or not.

Thank you! I said, with a swish of my hair. He walked in front of me for a few metres and pretended to take a photo (nearly tripping over a potplant mid shot). 'Really stunning!' he repeated. At this point I may, or may not, have giggled coquettishly. He stumbled on to his mates on a bench near the loos where I received a cheer (I raised my pizza aloft in recognition) and retreated to the toilets.

When Simon emerged I told him that the tramps had a lot of love for me. He did not seem altogether impressed...