Hmm
While walkign back from my coffee study date with self this guy walks out of a building, nice looking,m sports car, black. As I pass by his car he calls out window "Good evening" like I'm a hooker (why else woudl a 'fancy' man call out of his sports car-I don't think he imagines we share the same ideals!). I just glance over at him, see him leanign over his seat, say nothing. He drives off, realizing, If that's where his intentions were, that I am indeed NOT a hooker.