5.15am. A quiet and breezy Saturday dawn. On my way to a swimming practice. I was walking to my apartment's parking building when a guy asked, "Going home?" I ignored him, continued walking but wondering why would he thought that I'm going home. Wait a minute! He didn't insinuate that I was a paid companion service did he? I looked at myself and laughed. A messy hair, a no-make-up-face, a running short, a black off-the-shoulder-t-shirt with my black swimming suit strap shown, a pair of flip flop and a big tote. Now which of these items on me that gave the guy an impression of an escort lady?
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