My Daughter is Gorgeous, and I Wish She Wasn’t
In retrospect, I’m thankful I was a goofy-looking child.
I got catcalled the other day. My walking companion and I passed by a man, who may have been in his 30s and who may have been drunk at 2-something p.m. He brightened up considerably as we passed, let out a low whistle, and said something about “fine young ladies.”