Last year it was the Bearded Lady Pub Crawl – I discovered that a plausible-looking mustache made me immune to catcalls and unwanted advances. Also that a mustache is not a hot look for me, but that’s OK.
This year it’s pregnancy. For whatever reason I haven’t had a strange man yell at me from a car/comment on my ass/ask me to give him a blow job since I started showing, and it has been *awesome*. I started to feel invisible, but in a good way – like I could just walk around doing whatever and no one would bother me other than the usual friendly weirdos you meet in my neighbourhood.
Then tonight I had the following exchange with a guy on the streetcar:
Guy (who was oldish, scruffy, and had taken off one of his shoes), tapping me on the shoulder: Is this the 506?
A couple of minutes later…
Guy, tapping me on the shoulder again: Is this the 506? Is it going to Gerrard Street?
Me: Yeah, they diverted to Queen for some reason, but it’s going to Gerrard now.
Guy: [pats me on shoulder]
When we get to Gerrard…
Guy, tapping me on the shoulder for the 4th time: This is Gerrard Street?
Guy: You want to go out with me, go for dinner?
Me: No thank you.
So there you have it, girls, even an obvious pregnancy won’t stand in your way of hooking up with a guy who doesn’t know what streetcar he’s on or that shoes conventionally remain on one’s feet on public transit, but totally thinks he has the right to touch total strangers and proposition them on streetcars.
There’s hope for us all!