I was walking the city streets with my older brother and friends as we were heading to a Latino festival, when a young man bumped in to me. In his drunken giddiness, he asked me some pointers on how to approach a 'certain' woman. I gave him the best five step lesson I could (in one breath) on 'how to approach women assertively', and was ready to leave when he caught me by the hand and started using the pointers on me. I laughed, pat his shoulder, gave him kudos for the effort then kindly began my departure. He caught my attention again, but this time started creating a 'what if' scenario where I come back to his place, and wake up in the morning in a bath full of ice with my kidneys missing. I hugged him, said 'God bless', and walked away. Nothing surprises me anymore.