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Talking to Strangers


While I was away in Costa Rica, I noticed something surprising: during my entire two-week stay, I neither witnessed nor was the object of catcalling. And it was always 90 degrees, so it's not as if the men lacked material: ladies were showing plenty of skin. Here in NYC, a woman is hard pressed to make it five blocks-- wearing a parka and face mask -- without some lame-o offering his opinion about her appearance, or making some declaration of love.

It was a refreshing change, if you ask me.

But I do realize that there are ladies out there who don't get annoyed by strange men chatting them up on the street. So, I'm wondering... have you ever had a relationship that started with "Nice tits?" Or, "Excuse me, Miss, you have the most beautiful eyes?" Or some other line that a perfect stranger might utter?

And what are the best (or worst, depending on how you look at it) bits of sexual street commentary you've ever heard?

Comments ( 8 )

Lame... Lemme ask you, do you get paid for this?

loobetchka commented on Dec 30 08 at 12:07 am

I'd be interested to hear people's stories of relationships that stemmed from a cat-call. Somehow, though, I don't think we'll hear too many of those stories.

spjv840 commented on Dec 29 08 at 2:07 pm

Who is this loobetchka person, and why do they torment themself by reading stuff they hate? If I don't like something, I get bored and move on. Wacky.

Anyway, I've always joked that if a really, really hot guy yelled something at me, I might at least go over and say, "Look sweetie, why is a hot guy like you being such a dick?" But, amazingly, it's never the cute ones who yell things.

As to most disgusting, I had a guy grab my crotch from behind as I walked by him in San Francisco's Mission district. I have to give him one thing--the timing was precise--reach up between my legs, grab my pussy through my jeans.

I lost it, started screaming at him, made him apologize and promise never to touch a woman who does not want to be touched. I made him repeat it after me, "I swear that i will never again touch a woman without her permission." Then his friend started snickering, so I made him promise too. They were both calling me "ma'am" by the time I was done. I'm not a very imposing person, but I am tall, and I was filled with righteous fury. They were also both very short, maybe 5'3" or so, so my getting up in their faces was me screaming down at them, maybe had some effect.

I turned around to walk off, and saw a friend of mine who's an ex Marine laughing his ass off. I said, "You saw all that and didn't help me?" He said he'd walked up while I was telling them off, and decided that it would have more effect if I didn't have a man backing me up. I agreed, but he walked me home, just in case they came back with guns or something.

anathema_teatime commented on Dec 29 08 at 8:20 pm

hahaha... that is a very funny story, and if it is really your experience, I tip my hat to you Ma'am, for your very appropriate response.

I have been tempted many a times, to grab the crotches of hott females in the streets. But off course my sense of civility, and not to mentioned the unpleasant prospects of having my Black arse hauled off to jail, for something so insipid, have effectively restrained such strong urges.

These urges tend to emerge in the Spring, when on nice sunny days, some women wear tight jeans and other pants type garments that display their juicy looking, covered arse and pussy, in such tantalizing relief, that it will be neglectful not to look and repressive not to want to grab those fruits of her Southern garden.

cockrico commented on Dec 30 08 at 10:14 am

loobie loo - I love you too. <3

spjv840 - I dunno! When I was in South Beach, women were all about being catcalled. Shirtless dudes would ride up and offer such gems as "Dayum!" and "Oooooo-weeeeee!" Then they'd ride off into the sunset. On a moped. Surely, some of those people are now in relationships.

anathema_teatime - best. reaction. evah.

cockrico - Continue to resist the urge.

fishnetsandlight commented on Dec 31 08 at 12:21 am

I actually stopped to give shit to two men who had cat-called me. As I was trying to be bitchy and difficult one of them was keeping up with me and being wildly charming at the same time. That bit of playfulness on the street brought us together and we have been dating for a year.

Anonymous commented on Jan 03 09 at 1:59 am

Kat - That's interesting! Were you actually upset by the catcalling or just flirting? (And if it was the latter, are you generally receptive to catcallers?)

fishnetsandlight commented on Jan 03 09 at 2:49 am

My all time "favorite" cat call was in Brooklyn. After being ignored (because what was I supposed to do- jump into his car?), he says, "At least say thank you!" As if his demeaning comments are supposed to be some sort of privilege.

K commented on Oct 26 10 at 2:06 pm

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