Catcalling has been a topic of discussion frequently, and all this talk of the issue brought this memory to my attention. About a decade ago, I was attending a local community college. I was finished for the day; it must have been about four o’clock, so I was walking to my car. I just happened to be walking adjacent to a fellow student. He wasn’t someone I knew. We just happened to be leaving from the same area of the building at the same time. For what it’s worth, one end of the school had a sort of commons area with a supply store, café, and a pavilion with tables and benches for eating and socializing. It must have been a Friday because the commons and pavilion were mostly empty.
I don’t remember what was said, but I remember a woman yelling something. Maybe she yelled, “Hey, Hot Stuff!” or just a simple “whoo!” What I distinctly recall was the fellow walking near me looked over at them, looked at me, and said, “Dude, I think they’re hollering at you.” He looked back at them, then back at me, and said, “They are! It’s all you, Man.”
You know what I did? NOTHING! I didn’t even look at them to see if they were hot. I smiled vacantly at him, thought to myself “Yeah, I guess they are,” and kept walking to my car like nothing had happened. Why couldn’t I have done something, and maybe gotten a date? Why didn’t I think to go over to whoever it was who hollered at me and strike up a conversation? I should have approached her and said something along the lines, “Well, if you think I’m so comely, why don’t you let me take you to dinner this weekend?” Alternatively, maybe I should have advised her to get her eyes checked.
Seriously, though. I used to jest that the only way I’d ever find a woman to marry would be if God beat me over the head with her, but even when He does that, I completely oblivious. Instead, I take about ten years to realize I missed a possible golden opportunity. Stupid Robbo.
Ladies, I’m not excusing when guys do it. I’ve never catcalled a woman myself. I understand when men do it, you feel uncomfortable. All that being said, if you wanted to turn the tables and give us a taste of our own medicine, doing so would give guys like me (I hope I’m not the only guy this dense) a lot of help, and I apparently need all the help I can get.
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