Red Means Go?

It could just be that my toenail polish has begged me as a prostitute. Elise and I got pedicures last week, and I was talked into adorning a red-red colour, much brighter and unlike the darker hues I have become accustomed to wearing. I was happy with the choice, and thought my newly polished toes look hot, sexy even… but I wasn’t the only one that seemed to think so. Waiting on the platform for my subway train, an older man, dirty and possibly drunk, sat down next to me. After several minutes of staring (a very common occurrence) he tapped my leg, and pointed at my toes, then mumbled something at me in Korean. I smiled at first, not quite sure what else to do.. shrugging my shoulders, and answering his Korean questions with my English yeses, nos and maybes just to be polite. Thankfully the train arrived quickly and I boarded several cars away from Sir Creepy. A very short while later, my stalker had scoped me out, and came stumbling through the cars towards me. He winked, I looked away, he sat down next to me. He tapped my leg again, leaned over, and began whispering at me through the gabs where his teeth should have been. I needed him to leave before I cried, and was thankful I had just 2 stops to go. Finally, we got up (very inconveniently at the same stop) and he threw smiles and winks over his shoulder back in my direction as we exited the train….I’m sure he was convinced we were getting off at the same stop so we could head to one of the various love motels near my building.. and I was convinced I would navigate the crowds with far greater speed and agility … and racing past his final taps and calls, I did just that. *shudders*