I often question certain members of the male sort. Tonight on my jaunt it seemed I was bombarded by whistles and yells from passing vehicles. Some of the men guilty of this act actually had a female sitting next to them (how rude!) This has happened on occassion, but tonight it seemed excessive. I wasn't even wearing shorts for God's sake, instead opting for sweat pants and a tank top. I tell you this not in vain, but in true question of the rationale of these chaps. Yeah, I'm attractive enough, but certainly not whistle-quality. In fact, right now I consider myself at least 10 pounds overweight (and I'm being kind). On the other hand, maybe they're directing their attentions to my portly breasts. ewwww. squeeze.