Annie and I were riding BART to see Wicked. This was the third time I've seen it. Don't hate, it's good. As we were walking along Market St, Annie got cat called a few times. But the guys were geniuses about it. Instead of saying anything to her, and risk offending her or upsetting me, they simply complimented me on my taste in women. I couldn't be offended, and neither could she. So smart. Little did they know I went home alone that night. Haha! Eat a dick, complimentary street people.
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