Sometimes even when you're just wearing your big puffy black winter coat and gym clothes, if you've just come from getting a manicure and your blonde hair blown out, a very handsome man will walk by you on the Upper West Side and say in his French or Italian accent, "lovely." And it's so flattering. And such a nice treat. And not creepy or smarmy at all. Just really quite lovely to hear.
Question: why shouldn't you get what you want? Or at the very least try to?
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