Wait, what the fuck did you just call me?

So I'm walking home from work and as I turn onto my street, a rather jovial man greets me with "Hey! What's up, smoothie?" I turn and look at him like, wtfwtfwtf? Amused by my scornful facial expression, he made some salacious noises and crossed to the opposite side of the street whereupon I reached into my pocket for my cell & snapped the image you see here. "Did you just take my picture?" he asked laughingly. "Word." But as I walk to my front door*, I'm thinking "What the fucking fuck is a smoothie?" I immediately consulted urbandictionary and my results are not encouraging-- and not just because the entries are über-misogynist. "Smoothie" seems to mean either a female [or the naughty bits of a female] with no pubic hairs, or else it means a blow job. And this epithet is directed at me . . . . why? *Yeah, I don't care that he knows where I live, either-- he's clearly the type who feels that his harassment is friendly and that his targets should feel flattered by his unwelcome advances. He's otherwise harmless, but even in the highly improbable event that my freakishly accurate instincts prove disastrously wrong, I'm never without my big knife and my willingness to kill or die fighting rather than get raped again. - from Dorcester