Caught a few girls checking me out in Central Park today. They were giving me the eye, for real. It was either my olive drab shirt, electric pink wind breaker opened to the navel Tour de France-style, and my striped tan hat, or else they just liked my beard. Because, y'know, chicks dig the beard.
Also saw a girl on a bike wearing leather pants. Only in Manhattan.
She was hot, though.
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