Hangin' out the passenger side...

Okay guys -- and I mean guy guys -- do you really think that hanging out a car window hollering some unintelligible mush about my breasts as I'm walking past is going to make me come running back, shouting, "Yes! Yes, thank you for noticing my tits. I was hoping you would. They are quite nice, aren't they? Especially in this sweatshirt I've had since 1993. It's way hot"

Lesson one: WOMEN HATE BEING YELLED AT WHILE WE'RE WALKING DOWN THE STREET DOING SOMETHING NOT EVEN REMOTELY SEXUAL!

(Like coming back from an emergency tampon run.)

And have you noticed the official cat caller soundtrack is invariably Aerosmith-laden? I've yet to be "hooted and hollered" at by a man in a Jetta pulsating to the beat Belle and Sebastian or Bright Eyes.

(Edited because I've yet to learn basic grammar.)