Should I be flattered??

Ladies, we’ve all been in this situation (some of you men too. I know how sassy chicks can be)
You’re walking down the street/waiting for the train or bus/sitting in Starbucks (location doesn’t matter. Choose your setting). A man comes up to you/passes you by/sits afar gawking (again, choose your poison). As you’re minding your own business the “ppsst”, “hey sweetie”, “hey gorgeous” begins. You ignore. They continue (usually it doesn’t matter if you acknowledge them or not). “Damn, your fine”, “why aren’t you talking to me?”, “where are you going?”

Now, it’s flattering to be acknowledged for your physical appearance. I can tell you from experience that being ignored is a confidence killer but…why can’t a person walk up to another person civilly and say to them: How are you? I was just admiring your physical beauty and was wondering if maybe we could grab some coffee sometime. BAM!!

Oh, right. That’s way too hard. It requires more effort than just obnoxiously uttering to a girl “hey sexy” and then walking away (or having them walk away because you’re such a dickwad).

It is also not okay to touch, grab, rub up against, slap an ass, or pin another person against a wall. Especially if you don’t know their name (for those of you who do know my name, feel free to do any of the above mentioned. I enjoy them all). I’ve been in all those situations and I can tell you that it makes me not want to deal with men at all. Of course, it’s not the nice guys who do any of those things (some of us wish they would) but it’s the ones who don’t stand a chance.
This is not a man bashing post. I do have faith in the few good ones I’ve met. But those cockasauruses are giving you dudes a bad rep and something needs to be done about that.

Here’s an example of a very nice encounter I had with a middle aged man a few months ago:

I was sitting on the train going home reading a book and listening to music (so, unlike me, I know ;-)) Anyway, this man comes up to me and says: Excuse me, but you’re really beautiful. I’m not hitting on you. I just noticed you and wanted to tell you that.
I smiled, said ‘thank you’ and continued reading. He got off at the next stop, said ‘have a nice day’ and that was it.

I walked home with a smile on my face that day. Being acknowledged felt good. Especially since I was hung over and felt like crap. Those encounters make you want to walk down the street or wait on the train platform or sit at Starbucks more often.