Is there something about me that invites totally inappropriate comments from strange men on the street? Really, is there a stamp on my forehead that says "talk dirty to me"? Because that can be the only explanation for some of the things people say to me when I go out.
A few weeks ago, for example, I went to the grocery store wearing a knee-length black linen skirt, a black hoodie, and a military green Che Guevara cap. I'd just come back from the gym so my still-wet hair was parted and braided. As I stood at the corner waiting to cross the street, a tall, handsome man in a suit came up to me, smacked the brim of my cap and said, "Hey Castro! Wanna start a revolution?" He then proceeded to tug on my braid and tell me that he "liked my look." I gave him a sort of freaked-out stare and waited impatiently for the light to change, at which point I darted across the street. I told my friend this story last weekend and he wisely noted that that's the sort of thing someone would usually say from an open car window so that he could get away quickly.
Today I took advantage of the incredible weather and did a bit of shopping during my lunch hour. I went to the Gap, Filenes, and Victoria's Secret. I got back to my building and took the elevator upstairs. A man got on with me and pressed a floor a few above mine. He looked down at my packages and said, "Victoria's Secret, eh? Are you going to be a naughty girl tonight?" Had I been in a different mood, I would have slapped him or tossed a martini in his face (I keep martinis in my purse for occasions just like this). But I was a little too happy to start a fight. I looked at him, raised one eyebrow, and replied, "maybe..." as I walked out of the elevator.
I thought about it a few minutes later and was completely appalled. I mean, this is an office building! I'm wearing office clothing. It was 1 in the afternoon! Who does that?! I really hope he had been drinking during his lunch hour...