we are walking down polk street. it’s sunny, we have nothing to do for the rest of the day but do nothing, and we feel really good, comfortable in our simple t-shirt and jeans. i am pretty sure hers looks nicer than mines by the way, but still, whoever is walking behind us seems to have his doubts:
- hey guys, i don’t know who of you two has a nicer ass – he says to us
he’s a man, in his 35s, and i’m sure he’s being honest on that he feels attracted to hers as much as he likes mine. this is how this city is after all. and i love it. we laugh, thank him for the double compliment, and wish him a great day.