Meladori needs to be careful where she’s swingin’ them hips.

That’s a tough act to follow. I’ll just have to keep it short and sweet.

The intersection of Mass Ave. and Boylston St. keeps you on your toes. It’s this strange area where college kids, Newbury St. shoppers, homeless people, and drunkards that want Little Stevie’s pizza all rendez-vous.

Not too long ago, I was dragging lostandsafe to come along shopping with me. The Marshalls on Boylston is where I often empty my wallet. Thus we were graced with crossing Mass Ave. Getting heckled by the homeless men at that spot is nothing unusual. But this particular day, we encountered a gentleman.

There was a man sitting on his ledge outside of Berklee College of Music. For some reason, he had buzzers, clippers, whatever you want to call those things. No mirror, just an impromptu side of the road hair cut.

He spotted us as we were walking by. “HEY!! How does this look??”
Knowing the fundamental rules of homeless etiquette, we responded “Good!”

I see this man’s eyes glue to my tush as we began to pass him.
The man then shouts the nicest compliment I’ve ever received.

“HEY BABY!! YOU’RE EVERY BLACK MAN’S DREAM!!!”

Thank you, cutie pie. *runs away*

~ by meladori on January 31, 2008.