On another note, an amusing thing that happened.
Let me first set the stage: our neighborhood is dominantly Dominican and Puerto Rican which means Julie and I with our fair hair and skin stand out quite a bit.
Julie and I were walking up out of the subway coming home from church dressed in our finery. An old man literally stops in his tracks mutters something in spanish about how good looking we are and says "woooooooooooooow chulas (cuties)" We ignore it (which is proper procedure in NYC) and laugh a bit. A few steps down the street later, I realize I have a pebble in my red peep toes, so I stop and lean against a building to take off my shoe and get out the pebble. However, I did not walk far enough past the windows of the grocery store and ended up with my hand pressed to the window where the deli counter is located. I look up and a young man is oogling me, nodding and smiling broadly saying something that I can't hear. Julie doesn't notice at first but then realizes with a shock that he's completely up in my face! He's practically drooling on the window (okay maybe not, but he was very close to it : ) We walk away and have the biggest laugh that I've had in a while.
There is nothing like walking around in Washington Heights with naturally blond hair to give you an ego boost! That's for dang sure!
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