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An explanation for the young woman on the train who asked me, "What the FUCK are YOU looking at?": I was looking at you. I was looking at you and thinking how lovely you were; how your skin is so flawless, and the most perfect, enviable shade of brown. I was admiring how tall you stood, the light in your eyes, your keen fashion sense. In fact, in the two or three seconds I glanced in your direction, I had come to the conclusion that you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Yep. Right up until you yelled "What the FUCK are YOU looking at?" like a vulgar, ugly bitch, and cleared up THAT little misconception for me.

So thank you so much "What the FUCK are YOU looking at?" lady! Thanks to you, I'm feeling pret-ty damned attractive right about now. Have a great day!