I’m standing on the corner of Twenty-Second and Sixth in Manhattan. “Miss, Miss!” a man’s voice calls to me and I think it can’t be me, I’m no Miss and I think what if it’s me please leave me alone and he taps me on the shoulder, I flinch because I flinch, and he says, “I just wanted to say I like your dress!” Holy crap, he just wants to say he likes my dress! It’s a whole new world.
