One of the reasons we're known for being healthy is because we have a poop ton of parks. As you may know, I have a special affinity for Bible Park, which is semi near my home. I have a nifty new phone that takes much better pictures than my old phone so maybe someday I'll take pictures of my park and you can see why I like it. It's really pretty right now because the leaves are changing. Winter is coming. This is sad. But the leaves are pretty.
Except sometimes I don't like my park. Like for a little bit today.
We were let out of work early so we could avoid the hell that would be the commute home due to several miles of the freeway being shut down for security for the Presidential debate this evening (ummm, I could put money down on Obama for the win tonight...just sayin. P.S. I really hate that phrase, but it works ok?). So I decided it was nice out, I haven't walked for almost 2 weeks(!), it's time to get my booty out there. It was nice and sunny when I made this decision, so I threw on my shorts and my sports bra. Please understand, I am a pretty modest person (in spite of what my v-necks and fitted clothing may otherwise make you think. I'm a small person, so if my clothes aren't close fitting, I look like I've been playing dress up with my mother's stuff) so going out in public wearing so little makes me kind of uncomfortable. But the sun is my BFF and helps keep my psoriasis down and my spirits up, so I make the sacrifice. The sun however decided it didn't want me to overheat and hid behind some clouds for most of my walk. That was kind of it, but I made my sad face because if I'd known it was going to do that, I would have worn a tank and my capris. Then maybe what happened wouldn't have happened. Maybe. Read on.
The problem with wearing so little in public without hanging a sign over your neck that reads "I have an autoimmune condition and the sun helps! I'm not wearing this because I think I'm a hottie!" people think that you're wearing so little to gain their attention.
You get that attention all right.
So I'm walking along, listening to Shakira and minding my own business, when I hear a wolf whistle behind me. Then I hear a "damn! Oh damn! My my my!" as a guy passes me on his bike. I continue to hear "mercy me. Mmmm mmmm mmmm" as he goes on his way.
I don't like that. On so many levels.
One, I get it, you like my tush. I hear it a lot even when I'm not wearing shorts. Apparently it's pleasant to see. Thanks I guess. But I wasn't really worried about your opinion of my butt. Which leads me to...
Two. I'll say it again; I wasn't worried about your opinion of my butt. That's why I didn't ask for it. Thank you so much for sharing though. Your opinion has now been noted in my "that guy is a douche bag" file.
Three. These guys rarely turn around when they pass me to see the FRONT that goes with the back. I personally think the front of me is better. That's where my face is located. This is a bad selfie of said face. But face is not too bad no? I mean, I have a dimple! A dimple! Come on! ;)
And finally... Five. Would you want a guy behaving that way towards your mother/sister/daughter/wife? Unless you're a total piece of beepeddybeepbeepbeep you should have answered something like "HELL'S TO THE NO! I BETTER NOT SAY WHAT I'D DO TO SOMEONE THAT DID THAT TO MY ________ BECAUSE PREMEDITATION ADDS MORE TIME!"
There's my rant about a full 30-45 seconds where my walk was not as nice as it otherwise could have been. Don't do it people. Don't ruin any part of the walk for someone else. Not nice.
Hear, hear!
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