As I passed through the turnstile to exit the subway station at 2nd Ave. this evening, I yawned. A young man loitering there remarked that I looked "so tired" and offered to carry me up the stairs. I laughed.
This reminds me of an incident from earlier this month. Walking down 2nd Ave. carrying two bags of groceries, I was approached by a forty-three-year-old man (a journalist, no less!) who said that he would offer to help if it wouldn't make him seem like he was trying to follow me to my door. He then proceeded to hit on me in a (relatively) un-creepy way. (He gave me his card and I Googled him later, which is how I learned that his is forty-three.)
The message: I look old and tired? Or that I am most attractive when harried?
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