I’m in graduate school and am 30 years old. I wore the knee-high, black sweet boots with a chunky heel (my mother’s) to school last week with a sundress and black suit jacket over it. As I was walking home, the following exchange occurred:
Man working on the street: “[KISS NOISE] Hello!”
Me: “Did you just make a kiss noise at me?”
Me: “OK. Good. Just checking.”
And I walked on by, not missing a beat. For the first time.
Was it the boots? I should really have a talk with my sixty-three-year-old mother about her slutty boots that communicate a desire for sexual advances from strangers (as if that would grant permission). I should have a talking-to with that suit jacket, too.
Location: New Haven, CT