First impressions

Whenever I meet new people it's always the same. Someone - usually a guy - will come up to me with a really lame opener. Behind him follows two or more friends, both boys and girls. The guys look me up and down - and so does the girls. But they do it with completely different facial expressions. It's a strange thing getting used to being looked upon as a) cattle b) a potential threat to all things good, but I think I've managed. I reflect upon these things but I don't react on them anymore. It's better that way.