Word on the street...
So picture it...Manhattan in October. No, not cold. It's near record-breaking temperatures here...hovering around 85 degrees F, dreadfully humid, I'm dressed in dark jeans, greenish t-shirt, socks and shoes (wishing I was wearing sandals!) big sunglasses (hooray for big sunglasses) and SO hot...very sticky, kinda sweaty, just walking back to the hotel...cross Fifth Ave on 27th street and lone, scrawny, late 20s-ish, black guy passes me and says in a low, husky voice, "You so beautiful."
As a proper New Yorker, I just pass on by like nothing happened (extra hooray for big sunglasses) and anyone who says stuff like that on the streets always gives me a bit of the willies anyway, but hey, maybe he wasn't completely insincere. I like to think not. :)
Too hot for shopping today...I'll wait till tomorrow. Wonder if there's anything cool to drink in the minibar.
Later, my lovelies!
As a proper New Yorker, I just pass on by like nothing happened (extra hooray for big sunglasses) and anyone who says stuff like that on the streets always gives me a bit of the willies anyway, but hey, maybe he wasn't completely insincere. I like to think not. :)
Too hot for shopping today...I'll wait till tomorrow. Wonder if there's anything cool to drink in the minibar.
Later, my lovelies!