Guys are a-holes

Something happened earlier this week and I can’t get it out of my head.

I went to lunch with a coworker and as we were walking down the street we passed through a group of guys on the sidewalk. I could tell they had already been checking out the coworker, but as we walked by one whispered to her, “You’re gorgeous.” We kept walking and went to lunch but then talked about it later as I could tell it bugged her just a bit. Which then made it bug me. But it bugs me on two levels.

One is that, to be completely honest, is that I *think* about comments like that all the time. Anyone who’s ridden the bus with me would know that. But I never say anything. Sheesh. That guy is ruining it for other guys.

C’mon, do you really think that saying “You’re gorgeous” to some stranger on the street is going to have a result of her saying “Teee heee! You’re right, let’s go to a motel right now!! xoxoxo”? No, it’s not. So shut up and do what I do- stalk in silence, then chat with Angie about it on IM the next day.

The other reason I kept thinking about this incident was that I didn’t say what was on my mind because it would have been even creepier.

Instead of asking – “What’d that guy just say to you? — What I was about to say was “What did Miggs just say to you? Multiple Miggs, in the next cell? He hissed at you. What did he say?”.

But you know- quoting movies can be funny sometimes, but quoting movies with serial killer quotes is even creepier than the whole “you’re gorgeous” guy.

Anyway, sometimes at work, I’ve been walking around saying “I’m gorgeous” under my breath to make a joke out of the whole thing. Unfortunately every time I’ve said it, some goober has overheard us and I’m sure they’re thinking “did he just say “she’s gorgeous”?” or “why is he talking to himself again?” Either way, I’m still creepy too.

Anyway, I thought I’d end the week with that little tale.