To Be Hit On or Not To Be Hit On? That is the question.
On days like today when my hormones are a blaze and something as simple as a gust of wind will send me into a bitch-fit frenzy, I certainly cannot handle the ‘cat call’. When I am walking down the block to purchase my lunch the last thing I need is some sweaty construction worker with brown stained pits asking me out on a date in the rudest way possible. It is on days like today I am glad that I dont carry a weapon. But which would I prefer, to not get any attention? At times, the occasional ‘shout out’ can bring a much needed smile to my face. Like when I am wearing an outfit that I feel accentuates my Kardashian Ass a bit too much, receiving that ‘damn girl, nice ass!’ will allow me to remove that jacket tied around my waist. I really dont know which I prefer. I know I will probably receive hate mail over this, and that is fine…but it really does go both ways. I hate and at times, appreciate the ‘cat call’. I guess it all depends on the manner in which it’s delivered, and of course, what kind of mood I am in.
