The Conundrum

Its summer. I'm a staunch supporter of nudity. I live in an "urban" neighbs.

Add these things together and you get me crying on Fulton Street walking to Jackie's house.

As a woman, I've been getting cat-called at my entire life. Every time probably hurts a little more and last night was the worst yet. I had on my fave cut offs and a tank top, nothing major. Yet, every step I took on that four avenue and seven block walk, I'm getting yelled at...

"Damn shawty, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Ayo, yah ass lookin' right in 'dem shorts ma"

"Yo, I just wanna lick up dem thick ass thighs"

"Ma, you too pretty to be actin' like dat!"

One dude drove his truck up on the curb on Fulton ( the main street in Brooklyn) and was yelling out of his truck for my number. At this point, my eyes are burning and I'm at a breaking point. I turn around and yell, "NO, SHUT UP!" Of course, I am now an ugly bitch. Dude, if you would've seen my face before yelling at my butt, maaaaaaybe, you would have known that already. UGH!

Seriously, as a chick who only knows the howls of a cat-call, its really getting ridiculous. Unless you are a close friend you wouldn't know, but I've only had one boyfriend ( at 20) and prob only "talked" to 2 other dudes...and I'm reaching when I say "talk". So, when the only male attention is the quotes above, even the baddest b*tch ::cue Trina:: can get a bit down. When I was younger, I would acknowledge and respond to these things because that was the only way I could get males to speak to me outside of my humor. Its still the lone mode of convo between men I don't know and myself, but I'm not stooping to this silliness anymore. If that means that I will be a lonely cat lady for the rest of my life...I'm cool with that.

Think I could put some sequins on this to jazz it up???