It is 8:05 am. I'm walking to my office after a coffee run, bundled up and clutching my cup of joe. A man, younger than me, is coming toward me on the sidewalk. As we pass, I mumble a half-hello and simultaneously he exclaims in as exuberant a come-on voice as I've ever heard, "Hel-lo! Good morning, darlin'!" He is grinning shamelessly and his gaze follows me as we pass. I suspect he might be drunk.

Still - perhaps due to the gusto of his greeting, the liveliness of his licentiousness - I rather appreciate his warm regards.