So, first off, my host mom told me we’re getting another tenant. So this house should be fucking crazy by March. Her niece Melly is returning for school from La Serena, then there’s Matías down stairs who I’m madly in love with, there’s me, and then there will be a 16-year-old guy moving to Santiago to train for his career in dance. Shenanigans are guaranteed.
Anyway, so as none of you may know, I’ve got a little Tyra Banks in me and decided to conduct a social experiment. Catcalls here are meant for girls, but are guys capable of noticing that a catcall is meant for them? The short answer is no since I have seen this first hand after many failed attempts to woo attractive Chilean men with my mean whistles. I’m getting much better though. My whistles are getting clearer and louder and I’ve learned that you have to whistle right when you’re next to a gentleman and make sure he knows it’s for him (also have to make sure he doesn’t have headphones).
Anyway, yesterday I was pushing my friend Liz a few miles in the summer sun to a tattoo parlor. On the way there, a cop was staring (an attractive one at that) and I ask Liz, “Do you dare me to catcall that cop and not get arrested?” She basically let’s me do it and I go for it. A clear, loud catcall while making eye contact with this cop. Liz starts laughing as she sees the cop notice it’s for him and all he does is give a smirk because I’m pretty sure he can’t really laugh, otherwise it’ll just encourage me. As I smile and head forward, I then notice another attractive gentleman walking behind us, wearing headphones, but he obviously knows what just happened here. Some gringa just catcalled a cop and didn’t get arrested. He starts busting up laughing and he eventually makes me laugh at myself for being so stupid and then I try to catcall him, but alas! He has crossed the street. :(
Bitches love me here, Shelbs.
deported you yet?