Metropolitan Diary: Flirting With Open-Toed Shoe Season May 1, 2012, 9:58 am It's early sandal season at a busy intersection near Union Square. As I crossed the street, I saw a disheveled-looking man checking me out as he crossed to the opposite side. His shoes were too big for him and his clothes were soiled, but he had swagger. Just as we passed, he called out: "You got pretty toes, baby. Holla holla holla! As the pop diva Gwen Stefani says, "I ain't no hollaback girl." But I must have been blushing from ear to ear as I smiled demurely and thanked him. Readers who enjoy reading several entries in the same click can do so here.