Dear Creepy Middle-Aged Latino Man,
Don't call me cute.
I am not checking you out just because I am walking in your direction. It's called a crosswalk.
I didn't really think this outfit was asking for it. Who knows. I always feel kind of violated when that happens.
Above, plastic fake Wayfarers: outlet. Pink thing: made by my grandmother. Green t-shirt: Old Navy, mother's. Jeans: Forever21. Shoes: Keds.
I notice that when I wear these sunglasses, people on Sproul don't even try to give me fliers. Must be the hipster apathy I exude. Totally.
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