Stare hard at the world around you. Stare blindly with the strength of being able to glare and sneer. Take steady steps and defend yourself against everyone else who is staring.

You are calling the very game you imagined is between us.

It was blowing hard. One of your hair tests hit you in the face, which you quickly parried away. You belong to the superior sex and have clear papers on that. Stronger than weak men who avert their gaze and want to own you. Everyone is jealous of you. I understand that it is stressful.

Your smug look as you parade your way forward with your mobile phone for protection is impressive.