Gosh New York, you can be pretty brutal...
As I was walking to campus this past week, I was stopped on the street corner waiting for the light to change. I was joined by a young man who was walking his dog. It was still pretty early - 7:15a, perhaps?
The little dog started nipping at my feet, so I looked down and praised the dog for being totally adorable. And thus a wonderfully awkward conversation commenced...
Lauren: "Awhhh, puppy! Hi, baby! He's so cute!":::smiling:::
46th St Man: "Wow, you have a gorgeous smile." :::smiling:::
L: "Wow, thank you so much! It's only 7:00a and you've already made my day!" :::smiling:::
46SM: "Yeah, you have horrible hair, but your smile is really nice." :::46SM exits:::
L: :::WTF?:::
He walked away. And there I stood on the street corner totally baffled by what just happened. My hair is my one feature that I'm totally pleased with, 46SM! Whew, rough day. And it was only 7:15a.
Note to self: Welcome to New York, Lauren.