Now it seems I've got it- whatever it was. I'm all the rage when I walk home from work. And it does not make me feel good. "Hey baby" does not make me feel sexy. I'm not uncomfortable, if anything I'm simply perplexed. The lack of previous attention leaves me wondering why anyone would say anything now. What's so better about me at the age of 27?
I guess I don't really care. Those dudes are all creepy and I have all the man I need at home.