poorly thought-out courting rituals
so we're walking down the street, say it's the middle of the day, headed to the library. one of the many cars zooming past honks. or a guy yell "WOO!" out the window as his friends speeds around a corner. or two guys stand outside a barber shop. as we walk past, one says "excuse me." he then continues his witty reparte with "got any room in your pants for me?"
what, i ask, do these men expect to hear in return? "why, yes i do! hop on in, honey!" seriously, how big do my pants look!? do they expect me to chase down the car till it hits a red light and then hop in, panting in lust over their horn-honking expertise? i can understand that some guys hit on random girls as they zip past to show their bravado to their friends. but, seriously, what does that prove? it takes no guts whatsoever to yell out the window of a speeding car. short of my whipping out a hand gun and shooting out their tires, they're going to get away clean. they're in a car that, even while maintaining safe city driving practices, can still go a good 20 some miles an hour faster than me. they've got no chance of any response from the woman. i am clearly not a prostitute, so what's the point?
guys, i'm asking, why? why do it? what's the point? what makes the thought of yelling out a window, honking your horn, or dropping an idiotic pickup line on an unsuspecting passer-by even cross your mind? answer anonymously if you want, but please, enlighten me!
-getting sick of it
what, i ask, do these men expect to hear in return? "why, yes i do! hop on in, honey!" seriously, how big do my pants look!? do they expect me to chase down the car till it hits a red light and then hop in, panting in lust over their horn-honking expertise? i can understand that some guys hit on random girls as they zip past to show their bravado to their friends. but, seriously, what does that prove? it takes no guts whatsoever to yell out the window of a speeding car. short of my whipping out a hand gun and shooting out their tires, they're going to get away clean. they're in a car that, even while maintaining safe city driving practices, can still go a good 20 some miles an hour faster than me. they've got no chance of any response from the woman. i am clearly not a prostitute, so what's the point?
guys, i'm asking, why? why do it? what's the point? what makes the thought of yelling out a window, honking your horn, or dropping an idiotic pickup line on an unsuspecting passer-by even cross your mind? answer anonymously if you want, but please, enlighten me!
-getting sick of it