Looking good, bodega style

Every morning on my way to the train I walk by four or five different bodegas.  They all sell the same overpriced fruit and bad coffee and no matter what time of day it is, if the weather is nice, there are at least five or six guys standing out front, watching girls walk by and talking shit.  For a long time I found it annoying that they would make comments, but then one day I walked by and none of them noticed me.  I was devastated.  The next day I made sure to wear a cute outfit and put a little makeup on.  And it worked.  "Morning beautiful" and "How you doing gorgeous?" greeted me as I made my way to work.  Confidence bolstered once again, I hopped on my train, ready to face the model-verse that is my city.

Is it psycho chick for my self-esteem to rely on the whim of the bodega denizen?  Possibly.  But I'll be sure to wear my heels and smile as I walk down the street from now on.