I am starting to wonder if I am better looking in New York. I have accepted that this is cat-call culture and as such am just not that special but the nods of appreciation have evolved into something more. Now not one but two strangers have stopped me on the street and asked me to marry them and downright poetic excuses of flattery are taking place on soggy and sad afternoons.
"What a nasty day today," some random guy commented this afternoon as we bumped umbrellas.
"Yeah, this weather just needs to make up its mind."
"Well at least we have you to make the day beautiful."
Between this and all the, "what a lovely lady"s, I am gonna start getting a big head. But at least it will match my ass - which suddenly doesn't look all that bad.
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