have recently done a lot of walking alone in the city at night. I’ve realized that the smartest thing for a young, meek, sexy,female to do, is walk around downtown at night. On Saturday night I walked from the Knitting Factory in Tribeca to the N/R subway at around 1:00 am. (Mom, if you’re reading this, I am making this up. It’s not true. I always take the family limo everywhere in Manhattan) I went to the Knittng Factory to see my friend Derek’s band play. Note: BUY THEIR CD! Very good music. Quality . Talented dudes. BUY THEIR CD!Go to downthelineband.com. I’m listening to it right now wearing nothing but a cowboy hat and red socks.So I ‘m walking to the subway and it’s only four blocks and I hear this whistling from behind me. I decide to ignore it. But there it is again, whistling. So I turn around and this guy, (looks about my age, nicely dressed, pretty drunk) smiles and says, “Hey.” I turn back around and keep walking. I’m cold, I’m tired, and I don’t feel like making new friends in China Town at this hour. Then, I hear another whistle. I turn around and glare at him.Asymmetrical Whistling Dude: Hey, what’s up? Why you look so angry. You’re so fine. You gotta know it baby, you so fine!Mindy: Thank you, but I’m very aware that I am fine, and I don’t need youremind me of it via an annoying audio sound.My complex sentence structure baffled the young male and I went on my way in silence.I made it the subway, was home about 40 minutes later, and was still very annoyed at the whole whistle thing. Why do men feel they need to remind women that they are attractive in passive aggressive, annoying ways? Should I start making catcalls in the streets at all the unfortunate looking men I see and say, “Just wanted to let you know, that you’re face is very asymmetrical and I’m never sleeping with you. Have a good night!”Well, I have to put some clothes on now. Although I’m quite comfortable, and the wool socks are very warm, we have yet to put drapes in our apartment, and I do not let people see me naked for free.