I don’t know if it’s my recent weight loss or some cosmic force, but I’ve noticed a higher instance of creepy cat-calls this year than any other. Just yesterday, as I was walking around 16th and Mission, this guy just walked straight up to me, and said in my ear, “Nice ass.” I kept on walking, ‘course, not wanting to even make eye contact. It was one of those weird “What the hell was that? Did I hear that right?” moments. Another one of those moments occurred a few months ago, as I was exiting the M train at the Powell station. A guy brushed past me as he was entering the train, and just said right in my ear, “Nice legs.” Again, I was bewildered. Do these guys think of these as pick-up lines? Or are they just mentally unable to keep thoughts to themselves? Hey, don’t get me wrong — I’m flattered. But at the same time, rather creeped out. I just hope the next time some guy does that, he doesn’t follow me home.