The Inappropriateness Of It All

Sitting next to a co-worker and his friend at the University of Chicago's Friday night showing of Garden State, I bitterly complained that the only men who ever evidence interest in me are unsuitable. Take last Wednesday, when I was approached by a homeless man who told me I was beautiful and then shook my hand.

"Well, I like you," my co-worker's friend said, "And I'm not homeless."

But he is 17.


What's a girl to do, eh?