My Perfect Man?

Today I might have met the perfect man for me.  

The youngest and I had to go into an auto parts store to pick up a shade for his car since it will be sitting in the sun on campus and not under cover.  The minute I walked into the auto parts store I forgot the name of the item I needed.  This nice looking man, my age or older, came up and asked if he could help us.  I told him I needed a windshield thing and then started using my arms and hands illustrating the unfolding of something like a bi-fold door.  He said something along the lines of "they are right over here" and we started following him.  

He took us down the windshield wiper aisle and I said "Oh no, not wipers." And then he said, and this is what makes him my perfect man ..."Well of course not, if you had wanted wipers your hands would have gone like this" as he bent his one arm and made his arm go back and forth like a windshield wiper. 

I laughed and then he showed me exactly what I needed and how to find the right size.  

After we paid and left, my youngest said "Mom, that man understood you." That is when I realized I had missed my opportunity.  I asked the youngest if he had looked to see if there was a wedding ring, and of course he hadn't.  

Maybe I need to get some windshield washer fluid next.  How will I illustrate that?