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what is one supposed to do when you've been whistled at? I thought I was well past the stage where this sort of thing happened. I sort of froze.

One of the MOST uncomfortable situations by far... Just walk away and pretend that was for someone else whom you didn't notice or maybe you were just too busy listening to headphones to even pay attention.

Whistles are for dogs. React as if the person shouted 'Heel, Fido!' In other words, ignore them totally...

These days I simply ignore it. When I was younger I'm ashamed to say that I would shout back something so crude that they would usually be stunned into silence.

It's a pathetic thing for someone to do, I'm sorry you got a fright.

This happened recently and I was with my boyfriend

flash them a wink and a wave?

seriously though, i understand people's aversions to it, but it happens to me so infrequently now that i frankly relish the attention!

EDIT: to be fair, i liked it when i was younger too. i once had a man ride his bicycle right into a telephone pole while he was checking me out. those were the days. *sigh*

At my age, if somebody looks at me and whistles or makes one of those "catcall" comments as long as it's not really crude and stepping over a line, I'll look at them and give them a "well thank you!" and a smile. I don't care if I'm attracted to them or not, and I honestly don't care if it's a guy or a girl who does it. I see it as a compliment unless it's just flat out crude.

I feel that any compliment is welcome. I don't have to take them up on the invitation, nor do I have to even want to or consider it. It still makes me happy. If it's an attractive guy then I'm doubly happy. It makes me feel like I've "still got it" and I haven't lost all my attractiveness and sex appeal because I'm a grandma.

It mostly happens to me when I'm out walking. I've been trying to walk more so I walk to the grocery store almost every day for a coke or a pack of cigarettes. It's only about half a mile or a little more. It's a hundred and hell degrees with a zillion percent humidity so I'm usually dressed like other gals down here in the dog days of summer; shorts or those short jeans that come just to my knees, and a tank top. No makeup, it will sweat right off, and high ponytail to keep my hair off my neck. I'm nothing special but I do get quite a few "wooh" or "yeah" yells from cars, and at least three or four times a week a guy will pull over to ask if I need a ride. It doesn't offend me one bit and I'm not in the least uncomfortable with it now. It hadn't happened in years really until I started walking, and I'm not wearing any less clothing than others, so it's not like I'm walking around like a hoochie with everything falling out left and right and thats why they are doing it. It actually gives me confidence. I'm always surprised when I'm hit on somewhere too, and I thank them sincerely and tell them they made my day. I'm usually so pleased about it that I tell my husband, my mother, my kids, and my friends. It makes me feel young again.

The one time I got mad was about two weeks ago. My oldest daughter and I were both walking togethr on the grass side of a narrow two lane. There's not much traffic on that road and we were talking and heard a vehicle approaching from behind us but we were at least two feet off the road so we were fine. As the vehicle got right up behind us, we found out it was an ambulance because when it was about three feet behind us it did that really loud WOOP siren thing and the guys yelled something like guys yell at girls and they were waving. We both jumped about three feet and grabbed each other when they hit the siren and got mad and yelled and shot them birds and all. It was the ambulance from here in town. Both our hearts were going ninety to nothing and I got dizzy because of that, but we were almost at the house. She said "If you fall out I'm calling 911 and telling them get back here because you killed my Mom being as*holes!" We had gotten some yells that day and ignored them, but smiled at each other when it happened (granted they were probably all for her because nobody's looking at me when she's around lol) but that just wasn't funny. Not one bit.

Other than the ambulance's mean thing, I say never look a gift compliment in the mouth. The day will be here soon enough where I don't get anything like that anymore. I'm gonna enjoy it now.

i'd ignore them or give them a dirty look. if i was feeling crotchety i'd tell them they were sexist pricks.

oliveoilmom
- you're so wise with all this - expressed a lot of things I wasn't able to. But nevertheless it is an intrusion that makes me freeze up as I have never been able to make my brain deal with social issues of this or a lot of other kinds.

It is a compliment of sorts, I guess. On the other hand it is not, due to the whole women's issues thing and aging, and about a hundred other soucial aspects I'm not able to articulate.
That's a great story! I am far too old for this - it's because I was facing away from whoever it was and they only saw my um, rear view.

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When I used to jog I'd get horn honks and comments. I thought about getting one of those "air-horn in a can" type things--don't know the real name of it, and beeping them back.

I usually ignore whistles and honks or I just turn around and look to see who did it, but when someone is really nearby and they actually say something and maybe expect a response from me, that's quite uncomfortable. Plus, when I'm walking on my own I sink deeply into my own thoughts and when someone calls out at me I'm suddenly lurched back into the real world and it takes a few seconds for me to adjust to reality. That alone is enough to stop me in my tracks. I usually give them a look of mild surprise and just keep walking cos that's my instinctive reaction. They probably think I'm some weirdo lol. Oh well. =)

I jump a mile. Then I ignore them and silently fume about having my train of thought interrupted.

I can handle whistles, the "pssst!" sound (which is the equivalent of a whistle back home) and catcalls.
I either ignore or smile, depending on the situation.

Mostly it's alright.

As long as nobody is being rude or vuglar.
The guys who are stupid enough to yell "nice tits" get something thrown at them (yes, I've done that before, last time he get got an hit with an orange in the face).

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