Baby, I must be looking fiiiiiiiiiine today!
I never get catcalls. Well, hardly ever. And today I got two! I know, I shouldn't be happy about it. Catcalls are sexist, insulting, bla bla bla. But if I'm honest, sometimes they put a little bounce in my step.
As I'm walking home from work this afternoon:
"Hey, come back! Please! I want to meet you! Please! Come back!"
and,
"Hey sexy, want to join us for a beer?"
Yeah, slightly creepy. Maybe really creepy. But it still made me feel like Miss Thang.
7 comments:
are those space pants?
I like your use of the phrase "Miss Thang"
Hahahaha. Oh I know it's creepy, but it feels good to hear that sometimes. lol. It helps the ego a little bit sometimes. :P
I think quite possibly the only thing that could make that better ... or more mortifying? ... would be if they were greasy construction workers with mullets. ;)
creepy yes, but. . .aren't we all suckers for a greasy compliment once in a while :)
Yeah, I say work it, annie!
--alison.
it was luke wasn't it.
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