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Cruel summer

I was walking down the street yesterday and a guy honked as I went past. As I walked to meet some friends last night for drinks, some guys on a garbage truck tried to holler at me. Last week, I got another horn honk from a guy driving past me on the street.

What is it about hot weather that makes men act crazy? At this point, I hardly get annoyed anymore. And I understand, to a fault. It gets hot. Women wear less clothes. Men like what they see. It's a numbers game, so when they see what they like, they let the women know. And it actually gets them the girl sometimes.

But still. It's exhausting. I think I'm going to start catcalling men, honking at men, just to make myself feel better. Who's with me?

The above image is from indexed. Feel free to check out the comments on her blog, too.

Posted by Maryann James on June 11, 2008 12:45 PM | Permalink

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getting honked at is probably like getting carded: up to a certain age, it's insulting. after a certain age, it's a compliment.

Posted by: mimi of sexagenarian and the city | June 11, 2008 2:57 PM

i do not like it when i ignore the catcallers, and then they get mad at me and call me names! I'm like, huh? A second ago you were all about me! i do not like that.

Posted by: aeb | June 11, 2008 4:09 PM

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Maryann James, an (often) single twenty-something and Baltimore Sun copy editor, is on the prowl for the best stories from Baltimore's dating scene.