It might be on my walk to seven-eleven at 9 pm or as I pass Woodstock's on my way back from class in the afternoon when you strike. I could be wearing jeans and a shirt or my ugliest sweats when I hear you call. With makeup or with a lack thereof, it doesn't seem to matter. I hear a whistle, as if I am a dog you can summon, you want me to look up with just as much excitement, and the next words, whatever they are, I find absolutely fascinating, each time a new variation. "Damn, you lookin' good girl", or "want to come eat with me", or even the simple, "Where you headin' tonight? Take me". Once, I had the direct, "you're really hot, just thought you should know". As much as these are supposed to flatter, they make me want to recoil inside myself and most certainly make me want to be anywhere but in the vicinity of you,

I might just stare at the ground as I pass hurriedly and I always hope my increased pace communicates how uncomfortable you just made me. Sometimes I might have the courage to give you a cringe or wince just a bit, but usually it just encourages your next statement along the same lines. It seems like there is not escape from your glances, they are just as violating as your statements on my ear. A part or me understands you just don't know courtesy, maybe you were never taught it, but another is just filled chalk full with questions that have no acceptable answers.

What exactly is it that you expect to occur after those ignorant utterances leave your lips? I highly doubt you want me to leave the scene uncomfortably. I also find it hard to believe you think you are simply flattering me with your wit as you yell vulgar things at me. If it is neither of these things, what do you think? Do you think we are going to go and bang in the bathroom? That I will just whip out my address and phone number for you? I most certainly hope that you don't believe I would want to address you at all after I hear your call.

I know you are out there, no matter where I go. The title is accurate, you are a cat-caller, I feel like an animal, you've reduced me to that level. So if nothing else, you have that title to take pride in. I'm sure I will run into you on my next walk about the streets of Isla Vista since there is not escape. I would like you to know though, that you will always and forever be a lowly cat-caller. I will make sure to remember your face, because you will never be something more, a boyfriend, a husband, my best friend. Only and ever a dog calling cats. Forever.