First come, first flirted with

Before you see any hot Latina, you see a harried woman on her phone. She has on a leather skirt and a leather jacket over a light blue blouse. She runs a hand through her hair. "Look, I don't care what that asshole thinks," you hear her say, "we're going to fire Jenkins and Stromire."

She hangs up just as she gets to you.

"Hey, good lookin'," you say "live around here?" you ask, using a cheesy pick-up line.

"Oh my god, are you serious?" she asks, stopping to talk. "You have got to be kidding me. Get lost."

This woman will strip and drop her clothes on the sidewalk and not realize she is doing it until I point it out.

"So you don't like getting hit on?" you ask.

The woman slides her jacket off and drops it. "No, not by losers like you on the street. She reaches behind her and unzips her skirt.

"So, my muscles don't impress you?"

"Look, I don't care what the fuck you look like. I'm out in public on my way back to work, and I don't need to be hit on by anyone." She drops her skirt and steps out of it. She then starts unbuttoning her blouse.