Confluence of catcalls
I had one of those inexplicable evenings where I had three (3!) men give me "Oh, baby!" comments in the five minutes it takes me to get home from my neighborhood coffee shop. What the...? I wasn't even particularly dressed up!
Until I can explain why this sort of thing happens, I probably have no business trying to give advice on sex and hookups.
Comments
I doubt you can ever really explain that sort of thing. I'm a guy, and I've got no clue why it all happens.
As for your qualifications, though, I've been reading for months and I still find your posts to be fascinating, insightful, sometimes hot, and occasionally funny. Good stuff overall. Please don't doubt yourself, even in jest!
Posted by: Steven | December 1, 2006 12:27 AM
Or maybe it's the other way 'round: Understanding that may have negative correlation with being able to give good casual sex advice :)
Posted by: Cos | December 1, 2006 12:34 PM
I know exactly what you mean! A few months ago I had just gotten home from a very long trip and ALL my clothes were dirty. My washing machine was broken, so I threw on a pair of sweats and a dirty sweatshirt, wadded my unwashed hair up onto my head with a clip, and started lugging bags of laundry down a block or two to the laundromat. On the way, a well-dressed guy getting into his car outside of a bar called me over and said he just had to tell me how beautiful I was. It was flattering, however I know I'm not such a knockout that even on my worst day I'm blowing strangers away with my beauty. I was just perplexed the rest of the day. I'll never understand these random things.
Posted by: M.K. | December 4, 2006 2:44 PM