Hot summer night under a bridge in brooklyn

pardon me lady, i normally have baby wipes in my bag in case my hands get dirty, besides even though he was wearing deodorant and could have done something about his crooked smile, in my country we called those bad teeth...and then why do it between two dumpsters when you know she likes dogs, and your house is obviously just a bike ride away...invite her to come have a look at the lovely dog you own which is awaiting for his owner to bring dinner 'round, then do her good, perhaps take a shower after that 'coz a girl riding a bike all day...well if he was wearing deodorant after the orgasm, and coming back to his senses, you know that fishy smell would have bothered him, and if lucky enough after some takeaway she would have probably done the dishes to thank you for the sex and the dinner, then asked for your number before leaving, and boys shall be boys one digit in your number must have gotten mixed up, coz when she tries to reach you the following day, some dude call tyrone answers the call. That's more like it.

Wait, i'm not getting something here.
So the messenger after all day on his bike smells better than the "fishy" girl?
And she would be the one thanking him for amazing sex, doing his dishes and then begging for his phone number ?
Wow Stef, if this is the treatment you're used to then you really must be paying for it well.