This morning as I was walking to the Metro North station to get to work I came to an intersection and paused, waiting for the red hand to turn into a little blinking man. Across the street was this guy who was staring at me. Like, took off his sunglasses and leaned back, looking me up and down kind of staring at me. It was fairly creepy but there were a lot of people around so I wasn’t too worried about it. So I see the little man on the sign light up letting me know I am far less likely to get run over by the Mx60 bus if I cross now and I walk across the intersection where this guy is still standing, staring at me. He walks up and says, “Hey mama, when are you going to let me take you to dinner?” I looked at him, told him I wasn’t interested as politely as possible and kept walking. He then proceeded to shout after me to see if I had a less discriminating sister. :rolleyes:
Now, this is not a rare occurence, just the most recent. Almost every single day since I moved to NY I get hit on and cat called by men in the oddest places and situations. It appears that for some reason men think that by saying, “Hey baby, would you like a ride to my house?” or something equally stupid they will cause a shift in gravitational forces, making my pants drop like lead weights to the ground. Now I know that I am sexy and I appreciate the fact that these men also know that I am sexy, but it is so sad that the best they can come up with is barely a step up from, “Aoooga!”
Come on guys, does this ever really work? Have you ever met a woman you dated/slept with/whatever due to a poorly worded come-on shouted in her direction? How would you respond to a woman who yelled, “Hey, you want to come to the pants party?” at you in the middle of the street?