And then kind of out of nowhere — I don’t remember if they were already standing there or if they come up behind us, but there were four gentlemen that just — they were, like — like making catcalls at me, like saying — commenting on how I looked and what — it just kind of, like, escalated from there.

They were talking about Joe, I suppose. I didn’t know who he was, but — it’s kind of all over the place, because I can’t remember anything to now.

Anyway, like, “It’s my boy’s birthday.” Like, “You want to — like, what are you going to do for him?” Like, suggesting that I go home with him and making very specific suggestions about what I could do, you know, to pleasure him. And I — like, my first reaction was, like, to laugh. . . .

You know, they were commenting on, like, how I looked. And it was just like — it’s, like, very uncomfortable. I mean, it was degrading kind of, in a way, the things that they were saying to me. Like I was, like, a piece of meat, and I don’t take kindly to that.

So my first reaction was to laugh. Like, I was, like, “Uh, bye.” Like, “Leave me alone.”