Walk on the wild side

I can't even walk home without having oh so many awkward encounters with the opposite sex. The first began with a man who has not taken my subtle hints, who insisted upon walking me home. I was sure to remind him of the street in which he lives upon though, so as not to allow him to walk me any further. And en route with said man I saw the Third Grader, but he didn't see me. I wanted him to. And after that and after that: The Musician. And the fateful talk. And we will see.