It's sunny. It's spring. I'm wearing my skirts again, and I've noticed a lot of other women are, too. Well, they aren't wearing my skirts, because that would be bad form, and I'd have to say something so not nice.
I got my first whistle of the year yesterday. I'm never sure how to respond to one of those whistles. "Thank you," seems so, I don't know... weird. Almost as weird as a whistle. (What do I do? I just smile and try not to act as self-conscious as I feel.)
Hey, I've got it!
I'll respond with a "use your words!"
Yeah, it's going to be an interesting spring and summer.
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Anonymous whistling I can deal with. Anonymous comments with veiled meaning-- I don't have to.
I've never been brave enough to whistle aloud. Just as you don't know what the appropriate response is, I don't know what I'd do if she did.
*snickering at previous rebuke*
I wasn't whistling at YOU.
TinyHands-- It was a good rebuke, wasn't it? :)
Mike-- Well. Then what did you mean when after I looked around for the whistle source you said, "That's right, janelle renée, I'm whistling at you!"
I was talking to the other janelle renée. The cuter one.
Oh, yeah. Her. I hate her.
I'd whistle at you! Maybe. My whistling ability is hit or miss, so it's more likely that I'd try, and fail, and end up looking like I was making kissy faces at you while strangely blowing air.
On second thought, I'd just nod and say "how you doin".
SG-- I love you!
I would probably whistle at you, but I'm only allowed to whistle at my wife! But it's nice to see that spring has sprung and that special differnce it makes to how people look and feel.
Although I must admit it is nice to see a lovely lady walk down the street looking good and want to whistle - I just don't that's all, but I'm glad you enjoyed it, that's what counts.
I like "use your words" in many contexts. In this one, though, I'm not sure I'd want to encourage the words to come out.
Wilf James-- a man after my own heart, because you live in my most favorite place! Well, the country of my most favorite place, Paris.
I hope you whistle at your wife often.
Oscar-- I'm so naive. You're right. I doubt they'd just say, "Hey, you're cute!" Darn.
JR, not sure what to say here, it is so ripe for naughtiness. :-) But glad to hear you still got it, and can we talk about Paris for a second? Not only are those my people, but the women's legs there are better than any other city I've been to. If only I knew how to whistle in French.
Willie-- Ah. Paris. Imagine how flattered I was when R told me that Paris was the first place he would lose me! Being 5' 10" I'm a hard person to miss in a crowd. Here at home, too, I dress a little better than most laid-back Californians. Me=sore thumb. It was very nice not to feel that way there.
Now that I think about it, many of my ancestors came from France.
I'm a conehead. Now, that explains many, many things.
You are no conehead. But your name does have definite French influence. One other positive thing about Paris, the men aren't that into whistling at women. :-)
C'est domage.
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