I didn’t intend to. It just came out before I realised what I was doing.
Never done it before, by the way.
It was about mid-afternoon, and as I was walking out of the Auchan complex, I turned at a sharp right angle, and very suddenly found myself but a short distance from a shapely young woman’s behind.
It was the classic elongated two-syllable effort, and I must admit I was immediately shocked by it, although I don’t think anyone else either heard it or noticed it.
Once I’d got over the initial shock, I was then unsure about which were the major categorising factors to be at play here. Personally I think that elements of both Alzheimer’s and Tourette’s may have been mixing up a little cocktail within me, just waiting for the little bit of happenstance that would give them an excuse for this party-piece.
There was also a little bit of me that was quite pleased and relieved. Since boyhood I had always been as lusty as a sparrow (although I often kept it caged), but as I’ve neared my sixties I’ve noticed a definite lessening of libido -a fact which I think I’ve accepted with full grace. So maybe this incident was something of a five-second window of remission.
Is there a reason why I might not have logged onto the right website.
I’m pleased to say that I don’t take any tablets -which type did you imagine or suspect?
I think that my initial use of shapely was to describe the woman’s overall appearance, although as part of (and in keeping with) this shapeliness, her behind was shapely, too.
Presumably ones that somehow made you think this was a suitable or appropriate post to make on this site? Like the incident described in the OP it’s something that maybe shouldn’t have happened and perhaps is best kept to oneself especially since you’re admitting to a crime on a public forum.
Well, we all have different ideas and humour I guess
The best you can hope for is to be unnoticed, otherwise of course there’s a choice between getting a violent reaction or being ignored because it isn’t remotely nice or flattering or positive in any way.
I can imagine you were shocked because who on earth does that, or wants to be seen/thought of as someone who does that.
You mentioned Alzheimer’s and Tourette’s - unless that too was a joke, then it certainly could be worrying because disinhibition is a well recognised phase in frontal lobe dementia, and it can be very damaging to relations with people who come into contact with the affected person.
I understand that the post was a strange one, and with hindsight I would not have submitted it. No, I am not someone who approves of abuse in any form.
Hmm… as a young teenage girl… I was taught to ignore wolf-whistles and any similar stuff… most often encountered if one was passing a building site or similar on the way to school.
Secretly, as a not particularly attractive teenage girl, I was just a little grateful if someone did whistle at me… (how sad that makes me sound …)
although I would continue on without a sideways or backward glance… as I’d been taught.
Nowadays, I sometimes receive and enjoy the wolf-whistle of a friend (a fellow Brit), offered in fun and accepted as such… no hidden agenda on either side. This does not happen in public though, only when both families are sharing a pleasant drink/meal together…
EDIT: I should add that my whistling-friend is in a similar age group to OH and me but was never a builder…
I think whistling should be reserved for calling dogs/cats/hens (I whistle up my animals).
I think wolfwhistling is about entitlement and commodification and found (and still find it) intensely irritating, exactly like a milder version of the even ruder comments about anatomy from passing a***holes in white vans.
There are some interesting sociological reports and experiments about catcalling and reversed catcalling available online.
Only you will know your true nature…
but I suspect your wolf-whistle did not have any nasty ideas behind it… simply a regretable involuntary response on catching sight of someone who looked lovely…
the whistle possibly being something you heard in your youth, which got tucked away in the dark recesses of you mind.
Now, what brought this whistle not only to the surface, but actually out into the open…
who knows… and I suggest you don’t worry about it too much…
unless you find yourself doing it again… at which point you make an appointment with your Doctor…
Your comment has stirred a memory of the 80s, I think 1988.
I had won a contract to covert a disused school into offices for Rotherham MBC. The project was situated very close to the town centre so there were lots of pedestrian traffic passing between 8 and 9 am.
The contract was quite prestigious and high profile due to its location and completely covered in external scaffolding from where there was an excellent view of passers by.
One morning I was in the office some 15 miles away when a call came in of a complaint from a member of the public to the police of wolf whistles coming from my site and I had to attend asap to resolve the issue.
I had some 40 men on the site and none would own up to the wolf whistles!!
That was 35 years ago and wrong then as it is now but now as it was then I suspect a similar situation could occur.
(how sad that makes me sound …)
