I was in my car, driving in downtown Paterson when another car pulls over next to me and my girlfriend. The guy, being in a poetic mood, says look at those eyes, look at those lips and his buddy says look at those tits. I, like a man should do, thanked them and told them that I had been working out but I wouldn’t call them tits, that they were pecs. I then rolled up the window, blasted the AC and bought my girlfriend a wool sweater for the summer.