Boys in Cars

I’m walking the dog tonight, when a car full of young men pulls up and roll down the windows.

“Hey, cutie!”

Aw geeze, I think to myself. It’s been a while, and I’m in my dog-walking-in-the-rain-gear, but my make up was on nice, so, maybe? I don’t like it when guys do this, especially at night, but this might be my first genuine cat call, post baby.

“You out for a pee? Oh you are a pretty pup, aren’t you.”




You hear that?

That was the sound of my ego shattering.