...at the grocery store.Yeah, a man whistled at me as I walked out of the grocery store this evening. Granted, it was the "ethnic" grocery store, but still...while I'm flattered that you found me attractive (or was it the ribs I had in the bag?), I was a bit nervous. After all, I was alone, walking briskly towards my car at dusk and my arms were loaded with grocery bags. OK, so it was only two bags, but I could have totally taken someone out with my Korean short ribs and Asian pears. … [Read more...]