the man with blue gloves

This morning I came over to the city to go on my favorite run of all time (North Beach to the Golden Gate Bridge...today it was a bit shorter but usually, if I'm super up to it and have someone with me I can make it there and when I do it's so glorious) and hang out with one of my favorite girls, E.
At the Bay Bridge toll booth there was a man with a friendly face who upon my arrival said,

"Wow, you are a beautiful lady! Are you married?"
"No."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Yes." (I lied)
"Wow, well I would marry you in a second and buy you a great big house. Can I kiss your hand?"
"Sure."
Then, with his money stained blue glove he took my hand and kissed it. Then told me once again,
"You, you are beautiful, such a beautiful face."

All I could think of was my friend Lindsay living in Sierra Leone and how she is approached on the streets almost everyday with men doing this exact thing to her! She and I must be kindred spirits...the man even looked like he could have been from Sierra Leone!

Anyway, the city today is be-a-utiful.