11:48am: I wake up at my dreamy date's apartment (ayy) and take a taxi home. I step out of the cab and walk half a block when a man says, "beautiful," under his breath. I look directly at him, fart, wink, and say, "that was for you." I am genuinely very proud of myself and giggle as I walk up my apartment steps.
Later that day, I go a few blocks from my apartment to the subway alone, jump in a cab, and spend most of the day as an extra in a film shoot. I then head to a music festival in Central park (accompanied by a male friend) and take another taxi downtown to meet up with friends at a bar. A friend stays over (again, male) so he walks with me to the subway and then to my apartment. I do not hear any comments on the street when I am with them.