Sign of the Times

Coming home from Manray's last Saturday night, Beth and I decided to take the Night Owl 39 Bus home. We were going in opposite directions, and therefore, would have to stand on opposite sides of Huntington Ave. I stood with her for awhile, but I started getting worried that I would somehow miss my bus if I was not standing at the proper bus stop and so I crossed the street. I was only standing there for a moment or two and this man comes walking up and stands next to me at the bus stop (looks probably like a Northeastern student). He turns to me and he asks, "Are you waiting?" Now, I guess stupid me, I thought well, we're at a bus stop, he must mean: are you waiting for the bus? So, I say yes and then go on to tell him about how I know that the bus will be leaving Back Bay at 2:30 and should be here any moment. He says, "I'm waiting for a blow job. Will you give me one?" I say, "Uhhh, no..." Then he says, "Are you sure? Because I'll give you $40." I'm like, "Uhhh, no..." He responds with, "How 'bout $50?" Still, the answer is no...Then he points across the street to where Beth is standing and asks, "What about her? What is she waiting for? Will she give me a blow job?" I said, "Uhhh, no, that's my friend and she's waiting for the bus..." He asks, "Are you sure?" Pretty sure...He stares at me for a few more moments and then walks away...
Now, my question was: do I look like a prostitute? But at least we now know what the going rate of a blow job in Boston is...