From the angle of her sunglasses I can tell the woman in front of me, in the red sports car, is looking at me. I’ll suck in my cheeks, and give her my handsomest look. Now she is twirling her hair with her finger. She must like what she is seeing. I’m pulling up beside her. Shit, It’s a man. He is smiling and waving. You better behave, you ugly pervert.