I was just casually going about my morning, not doing anything out of the ordinary and not dressed in anything particularly stylish or remotely revealing and yet there it was - a big juicy wolf whistle.
I may have blushed a bit, acted a little coy and even fluttered my eyelids a tad too enthusiastically. But a lady has to act a little humble you know.
I felt young and girly and the fact that I am approaching the big 40 and wolf whistles may soon be but a distant memory, did not even come into my mind for a moment.
Oh OK - It was my God Damn bird that whistled at me and OK I may have been teaching him how to do it for the past 3 freaking months and it may have cost me over $50 bucks in fresh corn to get that bird to figure it out.
But it was a whistle Dammit and beggars cant be choosers AND this time I didn't even have to bribe him with a corn cob .... yadda yadda yadda.
I'm Claiming it!
Have you been whistled at lately?
Are you partial to a bit of a whistle or do you find it a bit too in your face?