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April 01, 2004

Cat calls

"It's ridiculous...
but it's true!"
--Mitch Hedberg

So, all of us women out there are aware that certain men like to holler out of windows or cars at members of the opposite sex. The reason for this still escapes me somewhat. I'm sure it's happened to most/all of us girls at some point, as it seems that the men aren't even too discriminatory at who they bestow their unsolicited attention upon. I've often wondered why do they do that? Do they really think we're going to stop in our tracks and yell "Hi! I'm available! You want to go out sometime?!" But no, we usually just lower our heads and continue walking, pretending nothing has even happened. At least, that's what I do.

Here's the weird thing. Yesterday, on my way to work, I was hitting every red light and moving at a snail's pace. The fortunate thing, however, was that I was continually passing, and alternately being passed by, a gorgeous man on the sidewalk.

Let it be said here and now that I have a very selective palate when it comes to men I find attractive. Undeniably, it is too selective which accounts for me being alone most of the time. But the average guy, about 90% of them, just doesn't do it for me.
This one did. He was B-E-A-UTIFUL! I was so delighted watching him walk around that I didn't even mind the traffic.

And then something totally bizarre happened. I don't know what, really. Maybe it was my euphoric pre-work mood, maybe it was the high induced by my uninhibited car-dancing to Rick Astley (something about a skinny redheaded man with that kind of bass voice and glorious 80's beats just gets me going, you know...) or maybe it was just a total loss of sanity, but I turned out my open window and hollered

"Yeeeeeowwwww! Looking GOOD!"

The man immediately turned around. I went purple with humiliation. WHAT HAD I JUST DONE?! I had just yelled out my car window at a hot guy.... and now here I was at a stoplight and he had turned around and was looking right at me. Oh God Oh God Oh God...

Suppressing every instinct I had to hit the floorboards of my truck until the light changed, I realized I had to face up to my cat call. This hottie already knew it was me, and there was no point trying to escape the shame I knew was coming. So I swallowed my pride, plastered a huge grin on my face, and .... waved.

What happened next boggled me entirely.
Super Hot Guy, upon seeing my sheepish wave, broke out into the broadest smile I have ever seen. He then returned my wave with the enthusiasm of a 5-year-old waving at Santa Claus in the mall. I started laughing, and then so did he. I then whistled at the man, after which he took a bow and then doubled over with laughter. I was almost crying I was laughing so hard at this point. The light changed, I waved again. He waved back as I drove away ... and then it was all over.

God he was SO HOT! And if I had any sense about me I would have pulled over immediately and gotten his number. But I didn't. I guess I was just reeling from the fact that I had yelled out my window at a boy, and that he had liked it.

Maybe I was being too harsh on the guys who have yelled at me. Maybe it's a practice I should try and implement more often.
Maybe not, though.

Posted by kati at April 1, 2004 04:21 PM


You girls should consider yourselves lucky. At least people don't yell "faggot" at you as they drive by in their cars! ;-)

Yeah, you should be kicking yourself for not pulling over.

Posted by: Clint at April 1, 2004 04:50 PM

According to my good friend T-Boz, you have officially become a scrub, though your scrubbiness is somewhat mitigated by it being your own ride you were hanging out of the driver's side of, rather than the ride of your friend. Luckily, most men do not share the same anti-scrub prejudices so sadly common among women.

It is unfortunate, however, that when it came time to try and get his phone number, you proved to be, alas, too proud to beg.

Posted by: sean at April 1, 2004 05:07 PM

And thus had to creep home alone.

That's a funny story, K. I assume this did *not* take place in Hillcrest, since your effort seemed at least somewhat fruitful...

Posted by: robyn at April 1, 2004 09:10 PM

I am very impressed with your shout out to the hot stranger! and i must agree that Rick Astley tunes can make a girl do crazy things...or maybe its just us.

Posted by: Adrienne at April 2, 2004 08:20 AM

is it true? who cares? you just made my hero list.

Posted by: didofoot at April 2, 2004 08:26 AM

yeah, pretty much i don't care if you got his number. just sharing this experience with him is enough joy to make me ecstatic. well, i wish i had shared it instead of you then i could be 1st hand rapturous instead of 2nd thru the internet rhapsodic. mmm, thesaurus.

Posted by: michele at April 2, 2004 08:42 AM