After meeting the principal of a prestigious local college for some volunteer work – OK, to beg for any excuse to keep me from staying home all day long every day, I got off the bus and started walking home when I heard a car tooting the horn behind me. So I braced myself for what I was certain to come next. Just as I expected, two guys drove past slowly. One stuck his head out of the window and shouted hello while waving at me frantically. I guess they haven’t learned to wolf-whistle yet.
I never know what to do in a situation like that. Shall I smile and wave back or shall I just pretend to go deaf plus blind suddenly?
It has nothing to do with what a girl is wearing, I can assure you. For instance, I was all decked out in my sternest school teacher outfit on the aforementioned occasion. And no, I don’t think they’ve got that kind of fantasy either.
So what’s their excuse then? Of course it’s not Kiwi-specific. However, I suspect it’s gender-specific or at least I’ve never felt the urge of tooting the horn whenever I see a delicious male specimen of man walking on the street, although I can’t really speak for other women.
Sure, I am flattered and I can certainly appreciate the fun side of it. But now I am wondering what to do next time? Shall I try throwing kisses enthusiastically at the guys when it happens again? You know, just to make it more interesting. What do you think?
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