Riddle me this...

It's no secret that I love men...because I do, I really, really do (especially cowboys)....

BUT...

Sometimes I don't really understand you.
When a girl's walking down the street...minding her own business...not even looking at you...
Why, oh why do you feel the need to make kissing noises, or honk, or yell rude things at her?

This is not a rhetorical question. I want answers!

I found out the hard way today that men in this little ol' town of mine can't handle a woman in a skirt.