Dressed for work. My hair is still wet from my morning shower.
9:52am: A man shouts, "love you" from his car window as a I walk three blocks from my apartment to the train station to commute to work.
11:17am: I am picking up laundry for work 190 ft from the office. I am smiling because I'm in a good mood. A man in his early 60's says, "You're so beautiful, good morning." I stop smiling and avert my gaze.
