Alright, so I'm going for a walk today, since I've sworn I'm going to get this fat, lazy butt of mine into gear. I put on my iPod, stretch up good, and start boogying along listening to a Pagan PodCast I'm not entirely sure I like yet or not. It's warm, I'm lovin' the sun, and I ended up stopping to talk with a friend I haven't seen in a long while. Life seems good. I'm about half way through my walk and on the way home when a guy rides past me on a bike. I don't pay him much mind expect to move out of his way, and he rides past. Then he whistles. I mean, wolf whistles and I turn around to see him staring back over his shoulder at me. I keep walking, go home, but man that was weird!
That has, honestly, never happened before. I have never seen myself as being whistle worthy. Don't get me wrong, I'm a pretty girl in the "girl next door who's really more of a tom boy" sort of way, but not in a way that I would be walking down the street and get whistled at. I suppose I should feel good about it, but I don't. I'm just totally weirded out.
The Bookwyrm Community Member 
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