Grrrrrrr!

I was having a good morning. I got two extra hours of sleep, it's sunny and warm; I intended to proceed to the computer lab on campus and write a nice peaceful tribute to Tery Schiavo. BUT. As I walked across campus, some cretan had to call out "Nice Legs!" across the parking lot; I was the only other person there. Then he had to repeat himself, and when I didn't respond, felt the urge to express his true neandertal nature, and yell "hello!" several times, because obviously, I hadn't heard his raucous babblings of male testosterone already. Yes I am in a skirt. Yes, I know I have nice legs. That doesn't need brought to the attention of the entire campus, thank you very much. I am not on display, and I am not in college to be admired for my appearance. I have a mirror that tells me what I look like every morning. So what is it about men that as soon as a woman is in a skirt, they become examples of de-evolution? grrrrrrr....