Love that song.
And I’m gonna make
I’m gonna make you love me
Oh, oh, yes I will
Ooh, I will
Yes I will
I’m gonna make you love me
Featuring both the Temptations and Diana Ross. I’m gonna call that one a wash.
On Saturday night, I went out for dinner.
I had a knee length dress on.
It is made of a opaque purple material, with a black lace overlay.
It is not a tight dress.
It has a V neck and straps, no sleeves,
However, was wearing a bolero that covered my cleavage and my upper arms.
I had black, opaque pantyhose on
I had boots on.
The only skin I was showing was from my elbows to my hands, and from neck to my head.
Yet, I had three people whistle/yell at me.
Was I ‘asking for it’?
Was I ‘showing too much skin?’
Some people’s attitudes make SMH.
Sorry, was a joke. I couldn’t really think of any, to be honest.
Today I had tied back unbrushed (greying) hair, slightly tatty purple leggings, old hill walking boots, a brown outdoorsy jacket, and got whistled at for the first time in years by two neds in a sportscar.
I blame this thread 
In all seriousness, my reaction wasn’t to be flattered or threatened, I was more insulted - it was very much a sarcastic whistle as much as “you think we’d seriously be whistling at you?” with accompanying hoots. I still zipped up my coat to cover my chest more though, just in case.
Are we sharing stories now? I totally should have sicced the cops on this dude for annoying me last night. This is what I was wearing:
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[li]Brown, huge and flowy, cute-ish/bum-ish brown sweater[/li][li]Black tank beneath sweater[/li][li]Jeans[/li][li]Ballet flats[/li][li]Yellow corduroy pea coat[/li][/ul]
Dressed like a regular lady of the night, I was! Some idiot on a bike didn’t whistle at me, but slowed down to play the “Hey baby” game. I ignored it because that’s what I do to guys who yell “Hey baby” at me, which prompted him to slow down, inquire about my final destination and marital status, etc, before I said “Leave me alone.” Pretty clear, right? Nope! Chucklefuck kept bothering me, at which point I let out a heavy sigh of irritation. Then he told me I had an attitude problem, followed by something else in vexed tone that I didn’t catch because I crossed the street to get away from him.
Once on the other side of the street I passed a parked cop car and one of the cops said to me, nodding toward dumb ass, “You all right?” I told him I was fine and that crossing the street finally gave him the hint. Cop said “Okay, good” and it was done. I know the cops would have gladly hassled him considering they offered and this was in Wrigleyhell on Cubs night (anyone who’s been knows what I’m talking) where cops *love *hassling people.
Don’t know why I didn’t.
It’s okay, so long as you got his address. A lady always mails thank you notes.
I guess we finally got the answer to why the “hen” crossed the road…
I wanted to respond to this post and the quote “Was I ‘asking’ for it?'”
I think we’d have to know you personally to be able to answer that question, and, unless I’m mistaken, none of us do.
So, being that I’m a friend to almost everyone on SDMB, I’m not prepared to judge you on what you’ve described.
Thanks
Quasi
Stories? I got stories.
Last weekend, I decided to go shopping at the mall. I was wearing jeans, my “Women Belong In The House and Senate” t shirt, and some old flip flops. I had brushed my hair, but barely. I think I had some pink lipgloss on, but that was more because the blistering sun had dried my lips and I was out of chapstick. Anyway, I digress.
I walk into a shop and hear, “AYO! GIRL!” shouted at me from across the store. I assume it’s just some idiot shopper, so I ignore and go about my business. A second later I hear the guy getting dressed down as I’m walking by and I quickly realize he was a fucking store employee. As I walked by, he said to his manager, “Sorry! I’m just saying she looks good, ok?! It just came out!” while pointing at me.
Fun fact: I was in Saks when this happened.
Heh, just last night I was walking from my car to my front door and some guy yelled out his car window ‘Rip your skirt off!’
I’m confused, because I really don’t look like a member of Bucks Fizz.
I’m sorry, but I don’t really know you, so I’m not sure whether or not you were “asking for it”. Perhaps if you send me close-up shots of your fingers and wrists dusted in powdered sugar? It’s just what message board friends do when they’re getting to know one another… and I am friend to all!
Wait, you are saying there was a possibility she was “asking for it”? That’s pretty messed up.
Welcome to Chinatown. Would you like a tiny ornamental parasol?
Nope. Reread the post.
Maybe I am being dense, but I took from what you wrote as “we don’t know you well enough to say if you were asking for it or not, so it’s a possibility you were.”
Maybe you better explain.
Nope. I don’t feel an explanation is necessary. No opinion one way or the other because I don’t know her. What part of that is escaping you?
Ok then. I was correct in my original post.
Well let me help you with this one, Quasimodem.
Yo, midnight-dreary, this past Saturday, did you approach people three people and say “would you mind please whistling/yelling at me?”
What’s that? Oh, you didn’t? Well then I guess you weren’t asking for it. Huh.
Well Quasimodem, it seems that without knowing her personally it is actually pretty easy to have an opinion on whether she was “asking for it”.
:smack: