Chronicles of a Corporate Intern

Guys don't seem to get it a lot of the time. Girls don't really care to hear wolf whistles or "Hey hottie" out of your car window. I mean, sure, it keeps our esteem up, but it gets annoying real fast.

I ran into a guy at Safeway yesterday, though, that had it figured out. There was no hitting on me, there was nothing creepy about it. He was sitting at a table with his friend people-watching when I walked past, and he just said "You're pretty."

That was it, end of story. It was calm, placid, and real laid-back. A statement of fact, nothing more.

That's how it should be done.