Would you date Geico Man?

Mom and I arrive late in the afternoon on the North entrance of the beach. We went to the overhanging structure. I can not call it a park because it doesn't have any grass or trees. The structure is a place with benches where people can sit with their dogs and birds. They can look out at the ocean and reflect on their daily lives. They can walk over to the railing and really hear the sound of the ocean waves crashing into the shoreline. They can feel the ocean air blow against their faces. I speak of people from all walks of life. Mom has been aware of a few unsightly characters whom she thought came from the local bar named" Peanuts." I guess they would work off the alcohol with loud conversation and other things you just don't want to investigate too closely. I walk past one of those benches where I see a backpack on the bench, sandals on the ground and a guitar case next to the backpack. I had seen an older guy with raggedy blond hair sitting on the bench. I just wondered to myself if he played the guitar. Maybe, he was a street musician who just liked traveling the country. I didn't ask. Instead, I took my camera and started my picture taking section with the shrimp boats out on the open water and the beach people braving the cold water next to the shoreline. I had worked my way from the place where this guy was to the other end where the restaurant" The Breakers" was located. At this end I captured the guy who normally comes down and feeds the pigeons with a big bucket of food. He likes to get the pigeons to take the food from his hands. The pigeons are willing to do this because they like to eat. After my share of picture taking pigeons, I kind of glance down at the other end and this big mated hair thing was wildly talking to the older guy and jumping around like some sort of monkey. This was Geico man. He looked like the caveman on the Geico commercials. I remembered the quote" It's so easy a caveman can do it." The mated hair, the face and the eyes. He wasn't your typical Joe the plumber guy. Underneath all the mated hair, I figured the guy was in his twenties. He was a white guy with a nice tan tattoo on his arm. The mated hair was a bad case of dreadlocks want a be with some real grey looking mated tubes of hair hanging down the side of his head. Personally, I do not like seeing dreadlocks on anybody. I compare dreadlocks to Medusa, the mythological creature who wore snakes on top of her head. I kind of looked at him and he kind of looked at me. He had the look of this is my territory do not tread. I sort of wanted his picture, but I did not feel welcomed in his territory. These two were street people or hobo living people. They were joined by a third person with a couple of rings in his nose. They all picked up their gear and were starting to leave. Geico Man had the guitar along with a backpack with a cooking pan tied to the back of the backpack. I saw them leave down the road where "Peanuts" the bar was located. The life of a street person or hobo is one of not being tied down to one location and has no oblicgations to anyone. They were three free guys with baggy pants and could go anyplace they chose. I guess they have a place where they can call home for the night. Mom and I went to our home and dined on leftovers.