Walking down the street and being catcalled is what it is. Guys who are just hanging out will stare and admire. Some may say something, other may not. The confident and ballsy ones will whistle or will hoot and holla at you.
One day, I was walking to meet my husband somewhere for drinks. I was wearing my yoga gear, but paired it with some cute heels. (yes, I’m that type of woman). As a pretty woman, wearing skin tight yoga pants, low cut bra, and heels, you’re basically on display walking in a major street.
So, I’m walking and these 2 guys are just hanging out on their stoop. They look at little rough around the edges. Wife beater shirts, tattoos, timberland boots, in decent shape. As soon as they see me, they start staring and whistling and stuff. I’m walking closer to them, as they start commenting.
“Damn girl, work that ass”. “Look at those tittes, mmm” I’m a little annoyed by the comments, but somewhat interested. I was impressed by their confidence (or they just didn’t care).
When I’m walking pass them, one of the guys yells “Damn, would love to fuck your face”. That made me stop, and somewhat smirk.