What'd you say?

Friday night, Central Square, walking into a liquor store, joking about how we might be able to pick up some other substances nearby. My friend who's visiting from NYC says, "Near my place too! You've seen where I live! I'm surprised you didn't get propositioned!" This man was apparently so mesmerized by the P word that he couldn't even walk through the door. We didn't know how to get him out of our way, but he wanted to stare at us, so he moved to get a better look. Then he said to his friend, "Man, if you just heard what I heard!" Dude, we were talking about fools like you!

Ten to one

Walking in the South End today, one guy came really close to me. "Hey mommy, got a dime?" I'm a mother? Yours? That's news. About three blocks later, we passed some young guys on their stoop. After we'd gone by, I heard, "You're hot! But you ain't got no ass!" I turned around, laughing. "And you're what, ten?" Most of the rest of this pleasant exchange was muffled because we kept walkin on, but I'm pretty sure he corrected me - he's twelve - and my friend swore she heard "blowjob" in his last audible rants.

I don't think he was trying to offer peace

I noticed the one on the right leering at me when he got on the train, and I almost said something when he started bothering the woman sitting in front of him. But it really got me when he started making cooing sounds at me as I was exiting the car. At first I thought it was some sort of hooting dove noise, but a friend later pointed out that it might have been meant to sound like a pigeon. Whatever aviary he meant to intimidate, I don't think his symbolism is working.