Things that went through my head:
1. That was the first compliment I've gotten by a stranger in Oakland that wasn't followed by weird-wannabe-seductive look, asking for my number, highly inappropriate sexual comment, or request for money.
2. It's 2pm....so it's not like I was the first girl he saw all day. Sweet!
3. Today I appreciate Oakland.
For the most part, I have a love/hate relationship with Oakland. I hate getting checked out or whistled at (sometimes barked at, true story). I'm far from a model, so I don't understand what about me makes someone think its necessary to bark at me in approval (at 9 in the morning nonetheless). I'm not used to people saying what they think about how I look. I think it might be a cultural thing, who knows.
BUT I thought this was so sincere and sweet and redeemed all of those other situations that made me uncomfortable.
And what girl wouldn't like to be called pretty?
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