Whistling Fool

I’m sitting in this café and there’s an old geezer in the corner. Every time a woman, any woman, walks through the door he whistles like a bird in an odd chirping manner. He seems able to direct his tweets with the precision of a dolphins mating call because every girl turns to look for the source. Then they see this grandpa sitting there with a sly grin so they scowl and move on.

It saddens me, that after all these years, this guy still doesn’t have to balls to actually walk up and talk to these dames. I mean, old man, where’s your game?

Whistling at women is one of the lamest, least invested, creepiest ways of hitting on women. Whistling is the cat call of the weak, for those without the courage to form vowels or interesting thoughts.

And I see people sitting around me, staring into space, sucking back their latte’s and doing…nothing. They just stare, waiting for the inevitable foot stomp of god.

I’ve given you fair warning. You can start today. Write a book, take a trip, approach a girl, start a small business, go to the gym.

Please do not end up an old, boring, whistling fool.

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